Lyrics:
Philly niggas try to write my endin'
Takin' shots with the G.O.A.T. and talked about shots that we sendin'
I've had scuffles with bad boys that wasn't
right, the bebop's gone to your head
You used to love me baby, now your love is dead
We used to scuffle for hot dogs, tell me where you got that bread
Oh Babe
The world turns upside down
When ya holler Oh Babe.
Ya wiggle an' ya giggle an' ya, Oh Babe
Ya shuffle an' ya scuffle an' ya, Oh Babe
Ya
Scuffles through state lines, you can't stop mine
It's a crime to the dumb deaf and blind
Way before your time out of line niggaz walk straight
When I
M-O-be is my you want to Scuffle?
Come run up quick you 'll get done up trick If you think you
Hard
My clique to thick and my tool gone spit so Don't
or scuffle
I just muffle the opposition, there's no competition
Let 'em know that Dre is gettin' stronger
Compton's in de house but now it's some' longer
I
like Knuckles
Look at my knuckles, got the hook in 'cause niggas was looking
I've tooken some whoopings, so trust me, dog, I'm good for a scuffle
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Built like a million-piece puzzle
Put together by hustle, who wanna scuffle?
We laugh to the bank and you
Chuckle - keep the change
My genetic
Scuffles through state lines
You can't stop mine
It's a crime to the dumb deaf and blind
Way before your time out of
Line niggas walk straight
When I
the Roc i hear the
I hear the i hear the
Back in the mix of the scuffle
Since '86 I was sick with the hustle (Woo)
Get a couple of chicks to touch you (Woo)
the laser beam
Shit, it's that OG flavor
Remind you of a corner bodega and that Olde E behavior
On point, but I ain't tryna scuffle with chumps
My long
a hopeful in rooms like this
When I was working cheap
It's an old romance, the boho dance
It hasn't gone to sleep
But even on the scuffle
The cleaner's
the arena
She is a five foot six and two fifteen
A bleached-blonde mama with a streak of mean
She knew how to knuckle
And she knew how to scuffle
the arena
She is a five foot six and two fifteen
A bleached-blonde mama with a streak of mean
She knew how to knuckle
And she knew how to scuffle
a hopeful in rooms like this
When I was working cheap
It's an old romance, the boho dance
It hasn't gone to sleep
But even on the scuffle
The cleaner's
six and two fifteen
A bleached-blonde mama with a streak of mean
She knew how to knuckle
And she knew how to scuffle and fight
And the roller derby
the tiredness that remains
When you think freedom can't be measured
By the scuffles on your boots hey hey hey
Now he dreams with Anna a life in the time they
the laser beam
Shit, it's that OG flavor
Remind you of a corner bodega and that Olde E behavior
On point, but I ain't tryna scuffle with chumps
My long
a hopeful in rooms like this
When I was working cheap
It's an old romance, the Boho dance
Hasn't gone to sleep
But even on the scuffle
The cleaner's press
take everything except the kids
For years she been through scuffles and fights
While he tryna hustle that white
Up all night wondering if he's alive
of villians and creeps
That's where I learned to do my hustle had to scuffle with freaks
I'ma addict for sneakers, twenties of Buddha and bitches with beepers
The drive-bys double
'Cause the youth dem nah go a war
And go fight with knuckle
The two sides scuffle
Vietnam nah go a war
With no more kung fu nun chuckle
I'ma scuffle and struggle until I'm breathless and weak
I done strived my whole life to make it to the mountain peak
Always keep reaching sure to grab
take everything except the kids
For years she been through scuffles and fights
While he tryna hustle that white
Up all night wondering if he's alive
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