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niggas wasn't playin' they got straight to the point
Shot up his mothers house col' smoked the joint
All he left was two brothers by the last name Doobie
Yeah, Funkdoobie in the house...
1994, representing....keeping it real...one time

I step out the door, and left undisturbed
I made the beer run
it
I do it for the streets
Heard momma got out the grill
Man I do it for the grease
Man I do it for the five pack of Hanes wife-beats
That I wore
Somewhere in the world it's 3 o'clock
Time to get out of school and think
Somewhere in the world it's 5pm
And quittin time means it's time to drink
was warm
I was telling y'all I would take the world by storm
Now it's on

[Chorus]
One, two y'all, one, two, one, two
One, two y'all
It's just rhymes
tar/guitar than a rock star
Cop car by the UB want to do me down like Doobie
Straight haters is what you fools be
Hangin' on my balls like newbies
You do
wit a nigga that compromise yo? hood
Yo? doin' shit you know it cool until the good

Got kids movin' work, hustlin' by the school
Using youngsters,
And now, Proper Propaganda..

[Begin Song]
Watch it. Yes. [Indistinct shout-outs]

Hey yo we handle it, these brothers are fabulous
Dilated showing you
just to cover the raw flesh
A rather ugly brother with flows that's gorgeous
Drop dead joints hit the whips like bird shit
They need it like a hole in
to their big theme park plantations
Rather than to hearts of nations

Where we might meet people on the street who say
"I don't want my MTV cause it brought
TV's
Wanna be like me? I run from vice
Catch a out-of-towner and I'm takin his ice
Throw him in the trunk with the bag and the mice
I know it ain't
We played for a while, 'till my luck was out
So the bitches walked by and my dick popped out
Rankin' on the bitches hanging in the street
It's feedin'
and packing our chrome
We the flyiest gangsters

Follow, I'm like a Lamborghini green Diablo
Coupe VT, it's like DVD when I flow
Feel me, I'm loved like
o-bide by the laws of these streets sincerely, a real nigga
The type that can build with ya
Verbalize bring life to a still picture, it's God-given
Been
And don't try to Escape From New York 
Cross a 110th Street lookin for a problem 
It's Hell Up In Harlem, watch Ra solve em 

I hear the music clear as I
in a black and white the capacity is two.
We're not alone, we're three more brothers, I mean street-brothers.
Now wearin' my dyes, 'cause I'm not
Every brother on the street is my homie
I'm rollin through a hood that I never been
And every brother steps to me as a friend
I love it, I love it
tar/guitar than a rock star
Cop car by the UB want to do me down like Doobie
Straight haters is what you fools be
Hangin' on my balls like newbies
You do
the dimension of the crew SoleSides 
it ain't nuttin goin on but a party 
Now brothers want to flex but I'm over they heads 
I got the funky type of style
the dimension of the crew SoleSides 
it ain't nuttin goin on but a party 
Now brothers want to flex but I'm over they heads 
I got the funky type of style
they got
Nobody saw s*** cause it's not
Cool to brake the rule of the code of the streets
N****s frightened by the visions of the blood on the sheets
do it for the streets
Heard momma got out the grill
Man I do it for the grease
Man I do it for the five pack of Hanes wife-beats
That I wore like
then I ricochet
Fast past a brother's ass, oh damn, what that nigga say
"Aww fuck it", next target's Margaret's face
And I struck it
Now it's a flood
your way
It's been a long time
Long time long time

[Verse]
[Black Thought]
Struck by the luck of the draw
Real life preservation
What I'm hustling for
ducks"
I dug in my pockets so I could load the milli up
And all I felt was Phillies blunts, I’m pissy drunk
Body me, how can it be? We blood brothers