Key: Ab major
Verse 1
Now hoods on the right,
wild for the night
Punks in the back,
c'mon and attract to what
Clan in da front,
let your feet stomp
Niggaz on the left, brag shit to death
Hoods on the right, wild for the night
Punks in the back,
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This goes back to nineteen
Verse 2
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Ahem, check it,
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yo
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GOOD MORNING VIETNAM!
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Yeah, good morning to all you motherfuckin notty-
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headed niggaz
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Word to the camoflouge large niggaz
Yo yo yo yo
Verse 3
you get your boots knocked
but giving you more and more, like ding!
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Nah shorty, get you open like six packs
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Word life, I get that ass
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Check the method from Bed rock,
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Just like rockin what? Twin glocks!
Shake the ground while my
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Raw sound, we going to war right now
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We Usually Take All Niggaz Garments
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Save ya breath before I bomb it
Verse 4
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So how you figure that you
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that shit one time!
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I'm milkin this ho, this is MY show, tical
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hyper off the ginseng root
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PLO style, buddha monks
with the owls
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So who's the fucking man? Meth- Tical
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On the chessbox
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Yo, yeah, yo I leave the
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mic in body bags,
my rap style has
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like the tribe of Shabazz
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It's the mic wrecker, Inspector, bad man
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From the bad lands of the killer,
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Representing with the skill that's iller
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- for murdering the rhythm!
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charge when I explode
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Slammin a hype- ass
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verse til ya head burst
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I ran up in spots like Fort Knox!
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Flashback's how I attacked
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raw! I repeat, if I die
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Approachin me,
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a phat- ass Lex'
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Peace, I'm out, jettin like a runaway slave
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stripped from ya garments,
I bring death to a snake
when he least expect
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Ruler Zig Zag, Zig- Al lah jam is fatal
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Quick to stick my Wu- Tang sword
right through ya navel
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winds up against your
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I gots to make the fabrics
Verse 8
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Are you, uh, ah, uh
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Are you a warrior? Killer? Slicin
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The Ol' Dirty Bastard
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VUNDABAH
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kick they fuckin ass to the curb
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I got funky fresh, like the old specialist
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A carrier, messenger, bury ya
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This experience is for the whole experience
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and THEN DROP THAT SCIENCE
Verse 9
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My my
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My Clan is thick like plaster
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Dutch Master Killer
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Style jumped off and Killa, Hill- er
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I was the thriller in the Ali- Frazier Manilla
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I came down with phat tracks
that combine and interlock
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Like getting smashed by a
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cinder block
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or ange stars and green clovers
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