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(feat. Inspectah Deck) [Intro: Inspectah Deck] Yeah (yeah), beast mode niggas (Shaolin! What up) Undadogz rockin' the set (Undadogz holdin' it down) SWAT style (What's good?) Jumpin' out of mothafuckin' helicopters and all that (Yeah, RC waddup) Takin' over the fortress kid (Let's go) Cause right now (Right now) [Inspectah Deck:] Right now the drama begin We gettin' low like John and the twins For the dollars and cents Top ten in the ranking, taking shots of the Henn Flyin' his kite, for live niggas locked in the pen And my name reign king, not worthy of fools Your life is a fraud, just like your jersey and jewels No mercy for you, it get dirty and cruel At the table where the great sit hearding your food Now, stop the bank, watch the hand throw flames Niggas jail cause your man hold game like 'no thanks' Sold 'caine for a living, never say no names Got head before I bang those dames, ya'll chasin' Legend like Curtis Mayfield in the field With the hands of a carshop, dealin' the reel Letras de cancionesAll my warriors, feel what I feel It's poppin' not from champagne, but from the peelin' of steel In the city, see these been big wheels Overtime on the graveyard shift, just to get this meal When your livin' it, it get this real Got niggas in my grill, over mami with the six-inch heels Got the pigs talkin' business deals They might as well lock me up now cause the kid don't squeal I'm bound by my honor, be out 'round mañana On the flight down to Guyana Swimmin' with the big fish, my world's surrounded by piranhas That's why I keep a out of town casa, battle ground mobster Don't eat shrimp or scungili Made man playin' my hand, the slums feel me Some hate me, they wanna wear my kicks Cause i'm rugged like where I live S.I.N.Y. enterprise, hit the square five six Better duck when we air our clips, now move This is what it's come down to, ground rule at the X-Games Skatin' to this like "Wow, Dude" Rumble in the jungle, there'll be no round two It's the UD's doggie, let my blood hounds through I'm from where they smile with a razor in cheek Ruff Rydin', like Styles, Jada, and Sheek Son beware, if they label you weak It'll be the nigga turn fifteen, that'll lay you to sleep Playin' for keeps, the streets get iller with time On the low life, with kingdom for shine, it's real So I keep a nine mill'a on mine For the dogs, the wolves, the apes, the gorillas, and lions From Letras Mania