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Chorus (2X)
Squeak are you Talking: Yeah once again the undefeated dub SCG,
Mack 10, Squeak are you slappin' you bitch niggas
Mostly I wanted revenge, yeah
Count up the wins, yeah
Man my lil shawty a ten, yeah
Couple years ago I was down bad prayin hard, yeah
I mean real low,
All I want to do ic claim RTC
'Cause all of my homies from ICG
So we goin' do this thang for tha LBC
'Cause we all one love and yeah this the dub
on the truck, by the way my name is Luck
[Chorus 2x]
[Verse 3 Lady Luck & Ms. Jade]
Yo yo yo, it just don't get no better, no hotter
No momma can touch, fuck
Yow Kahpo
You done know the ting go enuh
Musical pioneer
One MP
Don MP
Me nah stop chop e dala
Man a enchappa
Enchappaneur
Ten mills ntn less a mussi
and crisp and even.
Brightly shone the moon that night, though the frost was cruel,
When a poor man came in sight, gathering winter fuel.
Hither page
run this
Wow
As we proceed (As we proceed) {Coast to coast}
To give y'all what y'all need (Come on, man) {Everywhere we go}
Super powers have
fry 'fore I bother you
I'm no fire, baby I done got me a spot
It's the Commission rich man represented by cops
(Chorus - 2x)
I'm on fire, on fire,
that's why I'm slayin' you niggas
Never knew what hit him
Got the doctor X rayin' you niggas
Turned you to a victim, man
I sprinkle some yay' on you niggas
fuck
She say she wanna fuck
She say she wanna fuck
Poor nigga ain't nothing but I
Don't give a fuck them niggas tote pistols
But they ain't gon' bust
I
the tub, rub-a-dub, get clean
Rap the listine, I got from Ms. Demean
9:15, dressed in all green
Dip to the parking lot, look what I got
10:15, meet Tim
Brand Nubian, sister Whoopi Goldberg
Dick Gregory, X-Clan, sister Isis, BDP, Muhammad Ali, Stevie Wonder
Poor Righteous Teachers, Andrew Jackson, Denzel
space she ain't wanna take a trip
Grind hard stay ten toes down you the shit
I can see it in your eyes you need loving from a thug
Lemme take you ocean
Odyssey, the doors slide to the side
Takin' Ls, man that's the essence of life
What makes a dub without little bits of strife?
That's for me to find out
Brown y'all, yeah
[Guru]
To my man Brian B, I remember how you used to be
You were the flyest in the club with three bitches doin rub-a-dub
You was
go out
Do this one for the highs, for the lows
For the rich, for the poor
For the niggas that won't make it
The niggas with a shot
The niggas that gon'
go out
Do this one for the highs, for the lows
For the rich, for the poor
For the niggas that won't make it
The niggas with a shot
The niggas that gon'
a man for what he do As long as he's working
I sit in Maybach
And wonder if my future holds it
I know it will cause at this point I'm holding all
bagin' for the whole G Nation n****
[Chorus]
[Mack 10]
It's a Gangsta Nation if you in you a G
And the whole world influence by the be in the sea
plenty cheese plenty carats man we looking like some caterers
And it's looking like you haters and you fakes is imitating us
Shaded up, braided up, and I
took
Broke her back, she leavin' shook, in that water, I'm her bae
Real love man, I hug, them hate, by the 'Crete eye when I play
I can't waste no
you just gotta see it man
I'm sitting on Dubs, kinda like a blank tape
You see them rocks in my teeth, ain't none of em fake
Give me a break, you
better than great, heh heh
Uh in fact, I might just be top five
All-time, or at least top ten, well
Maybe nine minus five, divided by two
Minus the amount
pockets, know we poor
Ten years later, same shit, just more mature
We been through all of this before
Duckin' from the law
Hopin' that forever comes,
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