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Verse 1
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You niggaz just don't get it do you?
Young Roscoe the sodo
YA, Dogg Poung, Kurupt Young Gotti
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Yeah, started November
23, 1972 and 83
Verse 2
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[Hook]
Put me on lockdown and sneak out back
And when the cameras ain't rollin,
I sneak a sack
Lets make one thing clear,
this ain't no democracy
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Not while you listening to my CD
You see right now ain't no
other rappers hot but me
Oh yeah, Pac and B.I.G. RIP
But if you ain't feeling
the same way press Eject
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I'll even give you 5 seconds
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Verse 3
[Roscoe]
The wait is finally done with,
the time is now
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YA, like who want it, we in it to run it
The album's done nigga,
Volume 1 nigga
Tabasco sause all over the track
That nigga Roscoe'll boss
all over the track
He make the "Girls All Pause"
yeah they open to that
Now who you know the flow talking about,
approachin a mac?
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Without a stack of doe with some
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doe doe to roll fat
I'm a top notch nigga,
hand and cotch trippa
Cut your arm of to get to
the watch quicka
Not tryin to do it all,
can't see Juvy hall
Too many booty calls my nigga,
duty calls
I'm used to ditching classes
roamin through the halls
Verse 4
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[Hook] Put
me on lockdown and sneak out back
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And when the cameras ain't rollin,
I sneak a sack
Lets make one thing clear,
this ain't no democracy
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Not while you listening to my CD
You see right now ain't no
other rappers hot but me
Oh yeah, Pac and B.I.G. RIP
But if you ain't feeling
the same way press Eject
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I'll even give you 5 seconds
Verse 5
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[Roscoe]
Ha ha! These young niggaroes comin
with sicka flows
Hit you with the figga 4, Rock Bottom
Me and my dogs gettin
paper'd up
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Rippin 'em up after sherds and YA it up
from top to bottom
(Rocks!)Yeah we got that but we
don't wear 'em
(What about Glocks?!)Yeah we got
those bu we don't carry
(What about Plots?!)Fo sho we got those,
but we don't ever share 'em
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We bury 'em in the back of our mind
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until it's time to smash
Only in it temporary for cash
And stearin clear from the
phonies, cus they scary to blast
But where were the mass murderin
Young Assassins murderin tracks
To linguish and we all know how to act
It's YA till we die, do or die,
homocide
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When we rob, when we ride, nigga side
We oblide by the rules,
ride by the fools
Throwin up my squad,
holdin up high for the crew
You know how we do...
Verse 6
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Yeah, it's plain, simple, I got a plan,
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go get this money and shake...
Oh 5 seconds
Verse 7
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[Roscoe] I'm breakin 'em
off like
the umbilicle cord
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Takin 'em off the billboard
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Chargin through at full force
And first to walk in, torch 'em, I'm
hot to death
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Ready scorch 'em, I'll leave
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'em all stiff like starch
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I noticed a lotta y'all pups like to bark
But don't never hit the fence
at night when it gets dark
You better hope the
pitbulls never get loose
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CUs be st believe we
comin to get you shitzu
I'm scopin so many sheep in wolves clothin,
it's pitiful
Analyze the situation,
hypocritical
Sinical criminals,
indispicable individuals
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Supplyin the heat rock bumpin
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through yo digital
Whenever you dippin
through the ghetto
Whippin the 6- 2 Chevy,
blowin heavy, goin 70
With one hand on the steering
wheel tryin to hold it steady
Hittin the switch
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Cus only Dogg Pound Gangstas could spit
it like this
And that's on the intro, so big, so big
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