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    [Chorus 2X]
    I say the war shouldn't stop
    Until these playa-hatin niggas body rott (body rott)
    Nigga the war shouldn't stop
    Until these motherfuckin cops body rott (body rott)

    We paper chasers, smokin blunts
    You'll never find a thuggish bunch of niggas like us (like us)
    Don't be so quick to test us
    I'll be annoyed and might bust
    I'ma have to talk to Eazy through the Ouija
    So I can see
    If maybe he can tell me
    Why you're hatin on me, bitin on me
    Why you want me
    To show a nigga Leather Face, and he
    Don't fuck around nigga
    He's a real buck 'em down nigga
    Motherfuck rappin', how 'bout fuckin wit me now nigga
    Nigga get ya checks from ya broads, get high
    Then your broads sneak ya keys from ya niggas and ride
    Everybody wanna party, even the niggas with a problem
    Made-nigga, we done solve 'em
    Cause, bitch we'll sqaush 'em
    Don't know me, fuck you when you got beef
    But you also got to clone styles, and no motif
    See me rappin' on yo TV actin
    And it's a fact that when you see us in person
    Think we gon flex, or show you no action
    Down for mine, got to show a nigga time to time
    So I figure I'll slow down the rhyme
    So they can understand I'm filled with so much anger and pain
    And if I drop, then I'll explode like a fuckin grenade nigga
    Fuck calm, time to ring the alarm
    Breakin' niggas out of prison killin all the guards (Woo!)
    Power to the people, givin people the power
    To put it down in your city
    And fuck them hillbillies
    Nigga, I can't stand no
    Motherfuckin po-po
    When will we start killin these bitches and takin no mo'?
    Yeah, Mo Thug, the only clique that I claim
    Although we all beyond the bangin
    You can say I roll wit-a-gang
    And dissin chin checkers in the making
    So nigga continue with the rotatation (rotation, rotation, rotation)


    I heard. I murdered.
    I heard. I murdered. I heard (heard)
    Yeah nigga, we holler about all of the murders
    Look what they did to Tyrone
    Flippin the flow and let it burn
    Without pistols, the police ain't strong
    Finna bomb, bitch, you fuckin wit all the black gat peeps
    And in the 1999 when ya meet up in the end
    Be it be no peace for the police
    The (Biz!) here to rip the (streets!)
    And get 'em all (pissed!)
    Get ??
    We dont take (defeat!)
    Me steppin (retreat!)
    You can lose yo arms, better use yo feet
    Jus pick up my cannon, nigga, yeah yeah
    Hear the pump, it erupt
    We're corrupt as the four, down to buck
    Come and get fucked up
    And get up outta the county, nigga get rowdy
    (duck into battle)
    Disappear-pear, in a ally
    Reappear-pear, off in Cali
    Can you feel me, daddy?
    Proudly handle stuff like a man
    And went through shit in Cleveland
    With the band
    Now look at me platinum
    Fuck the rap, and corner bitch made hation nation
    Nowadays an occupation
    So why you hate me? Still can't fade me away
    Go on, be gone
    The point of view was made with the song
    And while they pop, I'm ready to bomb (bomb bomb bomb)


    How do you see me when you see me?
    Drinkin' on Hennesy and Remy
    Look into my eyes, my shit is dreamy
    Beggin to Scotty, "Won't you beam me up?"
    I buck, 12 gauge erupt, disrupt your order, infantry
    Ya'll better expect annihalation fuckin' around with the SCT
    And I better be a souljah organizer, but they're lovin just us
    Army see, full of harmony, and nigga 'In Thugs We Trust'
    So nigga I bust, so back up off me
    Givin' no mercy, shit is critical
    Killin' you individual with a Ouija type ritual
    I'm diggin a ditch for all you po-po who felt you could come & raid me
    Ain't no way to be safe
    Nigga, this the army brigade
    So listen up and hear what's spoken
    As I start this locomotion
    Retaliate because we chosen
    Open showin the Lord his devotion


    Now when you're fuckin' with me
    Make sure you know what you're doin
    Got niggas knowin, rollin with me
    Infra red to yo head, don't beg, you dead, we fled
    Gotta get away
    Gotta make sure I'm free so when you need me I can buck another day
    It's a Bone thing, better ride ride
    Cause when you fuckin wit
    You gon' die die
    Don't be surprised, Bone want yo presidents, wanna run it all
    Run all of it (all of it)
    Fuck that dog, fuck that dog
    Cause niggas is superstitious
    Nigga don't pull no gun if you ain't gon spit
    Click clack clack be the sound
    These police and haters is wrong, oh
    We buckin em down
    Trust in me, in harmony, I try peace
    Eternally bless my soul, Lord
    And everybody that rides with me:
    It's from me to you.
    It's from me to you (me to you)
    It's just my point of view
    It's just our point of view (point of view, point of view)
    Yeah, and that's why I stay high
    So high, so high like ladi-da-da-da
    Ladi-da-da-da, so high, so high


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