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Thug niggaz be on point and game tight

Thug niggaz be on point and game tight

Thug niggaz be on point and game tight

Thug niggaz be on point and game tight

Thug niggaz be on point and game tight

Soon as I get here niggaz wanna wrap the Roc up

Nah, backslash wrap the rocks up, gats, back the block up

Cop killers, clap at coppers, blast at choppers

Pass the vodka

Fuck listen, don't ever mention dash or hoffa

It's a Harlem thing dog, you'll clash with mobsters, remember me?

Got jumped on TNT, next week, back punked TNT

All my niggaz got M-16's kid and all we do is watch MTV cribs

Learn not to in fury the victim

Purely stick 'em, break down your security system

Tell 'em, stop fuckin', you was never a menace

Never a hustla, no, we could never do business

Business is business

Money is money

Hustle is hustle, stupid is stupid

You da dumbest of dummies

Leave me alone, let me just live my life, ah

Just leave me alone, leave me alone

Let me just live my life ah

That's the sound of the police

All I do every day dog, blunt after blunt

Stunt after stunt, they all cunt after cunt

Like that I'm shiesty, look at his shoes, like my Nike's

Know I got a girl, like my wifey, like that I'm rude

Come here, let me pick with your chest, dick on your breast

All they say that nigga's a mess

You heard me fam? All worthy of this, dirty man

Take it in your ass? How about 30 grams ma'?

Go upstate, come back downstate, next time around me

You might get a pound cake

Fuck it up, she understand that I might slap her

I'll be damned if I work for some white cracker

White batter, prize in the pack, fiends hug it

If they love it, call it cracker jacks, killa

Where the crack is at, watch me get dem dice

Throw 'em hard, let me live my life, killa

Leave me alone, let me just live my life

Just leave me alone, leave me alone

Let me just live my life

That's the sound of the police

Fuck this life as a rap star, you dealing with crack gods

Cookin' the crack hard, lead the crack jars

All of the chips, the crib with the backyard

Pull out the gat, pa or block a black car

And I'm scary with the 5th, compare me to a gift

Yellow diamonds, ganerrie on my wrist, just juice

Get wet up and waive, that'll be the day, killa cam

Mess up some yay shit

Thug niggaz be on point

And game tight, cop a brick, and re-up in the same night

And it get that trife, I flick that knife, dog eat dog

Let me live my life, killa

Leave me alone, let me just live my life

Just leave me alone, leave me alone

Let me just live my life

That's the sound of the police

The block is hot, niggaz tell me to kill it

Knowin' when I get out they gon' feel it

Witness the realest

Killa, killa

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