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[Chorus: repeat 2X] Set it off, set it off, get it off now Get out or you headed North now Ain't comin at you like its soft now We pullin out tonite Rapapapapa pa Rapapapapa pa Rapapapapa pa Rapapa pa [Verse 1] Y'all dudes be watchin T.V., see the MC, get the CD Believin every word he's heard spit, you best believe me So when I get to spittin, this should be so excitin You see your favorite rapper and you can't believe you like him Saw a tear comin from your eye now Can't really pretend you fly now So you still frontin but why now Feel like you can't touch the sky now What the people really feelin, let's find out If you rockin with a nigga, let's ride out We got no time to lie down Young girls in the fuckin cryin out Its the way that I walk and I talk like I'm a real Brooklyn-New York type You know the type to push niggaz off bikes Letras de cancionesOne summer only rock Air-Force Nikes Gonna put it down answer the door right Go hard to the paper with all night Spit that murder rap, murder rap rap Sounds like rapapa [Interlude] Rapapapapa pa Rapapapapa pa Rapapapapa Rapapapapa pa G-yeah, g-yeah, g-yeah, g-yeah G-yeah, g-yeah, g-yeah G-yeah, g-yeah, g-yeah, g-yeah G-yeah, g-yeah, g-yeah G-yeah, g-yeah Here we go, here we go Here we go, here we go c'mon [Chorus] [Verse 2] These niggaz screamin how they take your life ??? dreamin They leave the proof so they can keep their man a cure appointment Say they be on the block and they got ammunity They can't even scare white people and they pay their community And I know you got a wife and you not playing with your kids That's why I don't believe in half the shit you say you did Treat you like Craig, you ain't gotta lie Like B.I. somebody gotta die I keep these niggaz on their toes, fuck it, somebody gotta try I make the mystery DIE, I'm like Magnum P.I Its just a fax when I RAP, I got 'em trapped like T.I Niggaz get 24's and shit they ain't got money for And put on some funny clothes to holla at some funny hoes And what you think that make you a man huh That don't make you nothin but a bumma Drop, pause and they ain't no cameras Gangstas gotta cry your manner You rockin a shook demeanor, probably scared to throw some joints Ain't gonna bust a nina, nothin sweeter, what's the point? [Interlude] [Chorus] [ad-libs] From Letras Mania