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[Intro]
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أستÙÙ Ùا ب٠رÙ٠دا اÙÙاجب دا عÙÙا
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اÙØØ´Ùشة اÙÙÙ Ù٠جÙبÙا غÙر اÙØØ´Ùشة اÙÙÙ Ù٠اÙدÙا
اÙØØ´Ùشة اÙÙÙ Ù٠جÙبÙا غÙر اÙØØ´Ùشة اÙÙÙ Ù٠اÙدÙا
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[Verse 1: B-Real]
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You're lookin' at the last of a dyin' breed
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Weeded up, blazed, speeded up
Sittin' in the Cali sun heated up
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[?] needle'd up
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Rocket style, Don Cheadle'd up
I put the fear of God in people, what
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People lookin' at me sideways like I'm on the verge
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Like them on the purp that's blazed, I don't say a word
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You don't wanna follow me, son
You ain't got the nerve
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You just wanna swerve with a little herb, absurd
N.C.
Got you paranoid in the paragraph when I paraphrase
N.C.
Got a pair of Jordan's dancin' on your in' face
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Paralyzed, see the paranormal, [paratruth/pair of truths]
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Summoned by the Grandmaster as he prepares to loose
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Temple doors open up, smoke billows out
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Now you hoping what, for mercy? Get your soul brittled out
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From another hood, you ain't really in' with our brotherhood
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Even if another could, I wish a motherer would
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Clip it up or sip it up
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Listen, I prefer to trip it up
Chem skippy ya'll bitter s
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I can take a bigger chunk
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And if I'm callin' dark figures up
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Don't make a move, they light triggers up
Muggs, cut 'em up, chka-chka, what, huh
(This is for the-)
[Chorus]
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ÙعÙÙÙا ÙÙÙت Ùد٠اغÙا ساÙØ±ØªØ Ø³Ø§Ùرت ÙÙ Øتة تاÙÙØ©
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Ùسجارة ÙÙعت Ùسجارة ÙÙت ÙÙع سجارة تاÙÙØ©
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عصابات اÙس٠ÙÙات ÙÙا ÙرÙ٠اÙجÙبات
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عصابات اÙس٠ÙÙات ÙÙا ÙرÙ٠اÙجÙبات
Ùا راÙÙ
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Ø®ÙÙ٠ساÙÙ
بتÙÙÙÙا اÙÙ
[Verse 2: Sen Dog]
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Ever heard of me?
Wicked as you ever seen
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Heavy on the throttle
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Smoke when we hit the scene, rollin' unseen
Under the dark of a night
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Spirit flying free, s higher than a kite
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You got nothing on me [which/witch nomad?]
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De la clan goes way back to the Cro-Mags
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Run together, unbreakable bloodline
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Too much to with when all the brothers combine
N.C.
Everything you ever heard of is not a myth
N.C.
Crazy dogs you don't ever wanna deal with
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Which smell? It's the hash that we left around
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Smoke a whole pound when I feel myself comin' down
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Live how I wanna live and answer to no one
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Send my love through the ways of the shogun
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Think again before you try to come and get me
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Or you'll be shot up by a gang of gypsies (shot)
[Chorus]
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ÙعÙÙÙا ÙÙÙت Ùد٠اغÙا ساÙØ±ØªØ Ø³Ø§Ùرت ÙÙ Øتة تاÙÙØ©
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Ùسجارة ÙÙعت Ùسجارة ÙÙت ÙÙع سجارة تاÙÙØ©
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عصابات اÙس٠ÙÙات ÙÙا ÙرÙ٠اÙجÙبات
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عصابات اÙس٠ÙÙات ÙÙا ÙرÙ٠اÙجÙبات
Ùا راÙÙ
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Ø®ÙÙ٠ساÙÙ
بتÙÙÙÙا اÙÙ
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