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[Intro:
{I'm tired of them down the block. Every time I come outside, them niggas..}
Ayo, some major station radio {aiyo, come on, up}
Get the joint, {hurry up,
all those niggas, man
We going Ricky on them niggas
{Everybody just shut the fuck up. I'm tired of using this motherfuckin' grenade right
you seen stupid?
You don't know what you talking bout, man
You fabricating the shit, man
Both of niggas was stand up niggas, man
went to war! You know how it go
In order to be a general, nigga, you gotta be a soldier (Gotta
ya bloodclot)
Speak about what then, man, for real, fuck it, aiyo --
Check out, man, what niggas is doing over here, man?
(Why you ya gangsta?) Yo Dred, man, word up, man
(Why ya'll dont know nothing) is ours, man, we own all this right here, man
(Who Who ya talk about?) Straight up, man, we know how real it could get
(Who ya talk to to?) But gon' be repercussions

[Verse 1:

Punch broke the dread's jaw, the four out
And went off, told him he can't sling his raw
he fell, yo, he broke his wrist, his bangles flew off
His Balleys was scuffed, then he blew a
out the side of his ear, niggas was staring
And the silk shirt was ripped off, cut his hair
Razors was bloody, he kept hitting, dread his shirt
his stomach, the kid had zippers on him
Bitches was flipping, they grabbed Tasha, her for a Louis
Snatched her titties up out the bitch bra
No selling over here, Jack, heard the mumble
'You be dead in a week' then he back
Little Keyon rushed him, yeah, shorty was a vet
Gillette soldiers, hit the neck
squirted, look like laundry detergent, the dread fell out
Right from there, he gon' a surgeon
You ain't dead

Raekwon]
The fat sings, the fat lady sings, the fat lady sings
The fat lady sings, the fat lady sings, the fat lady