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B-Dub shit, O.S., yeah The reunion, c'mon Let's go [Verse 1:] Sometimes I wonder what we writin for, fightin for Fuck it y'all the game ain't even tight no more But this is what I do y'all, this is the life A street warrior with words and I blast on sight No remorse, motherfuckers gotta pay the cost And if you floss then I guess you gots to take that loss In the zone and I'm focused, can't leave it alone Like the mic keeps calling when the beats is on O.S. lace the track, thank God for that Cause when we get it goin ain't no rewindin it back Cause destiny's the music y'all, move it or lose it Independently or major, streets gon' choose it Take it or leave it but you better believe it We layin motherfuckers down with lines to meet Jesus Sleepin on O.S. you sleepin on death Eventually we catch you and we take your breath [Chorus:] We back, Tri-State Cringe and Minus If you lookin for the shit you know where to find us We back, straight from the L.A. streets Letras de cancionesTo compose a perfect melody and bring the heat We back, back to regain the crown And leave the jewels on top with the signature sound We back, just in the nick of time We signed with Sub Noize to deliver the rhyme [Verse 2:] Aiyyo, most effective, young and restless Flows so hot I burn the ice off your necklace You get the message? This is chemistry Formulate a formula then pour it on lyrically And witness symptoms of the sickness Overdose pimpin, game attract chickens But not Farmer John's, we smoke marijuan' March like Farrakhan, and taste parmegan With the talk of a V-12 turbo High speed engine drive the fans loco Hand to hand throw the perfect dish Show power like {?} and reverse the pick Metal, my DNA read rhymes and hooks E MC double E pies and jux With a, batch of the conscious black P.E. "Terrordome" when I launch this rap Like Chuck on the monstrous track You better call Bobby B to get your flavor back [Chorus] From Letras Mania