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I just had to say right there, Rae
I just have to say you my nigga,
It don't get no realer this, man
Let's the fuck down
You gettin' a hundred worth for real, man

Eh yo, thug niggas the code, lock and load
Hit 'em in the head, a nigga brain explode
Yo, from Y.O. to Q.B., they this shit
Shaolin' boys, they bang them

Thug know the code, lock and load
Hit 'em in the head, a nigga brain explode
Yo Y.O. to Q.B., they bang this shit
Shaolin' boys, they bang them

Eh yo, late night, light, fiend with a crack pipe
It's only right, feelin' than an airplane, right?
I'm tryin' to get money, right? So I move cautiously
No more frauds, you see? I'ma live

Way out on Fantasy with Mr. Roth. B
I gotta the ghetto, everyday the hood endorse me
I'm destined for triple, left hand crippled and the right hand
Will block the shots, that's simple, I dented a tomb for
A toast to the death of my foes, violence, the criminal codes

Hammer a nigga out his five senses
Leave him dumb, deaf and blind, I ride on
Interest so tight, strobe lights follow my
Bang bullets by the gates, might hollow ya
Me and Chef smark massive murder, 'em
I anywhere in Shaolin, right in Castalano buildin'

Eh yo, niggas get up, live niggas, what up?
We give a fiduck, you faggots'll get hit up
Q.B., up? Y.O., what up?
Shaolin, get up or get yo' ass hit up

niggas get up, live niggas, what up?
We give a fiduck, you faggots'll get hit up
Q.B., what up? Y.O., up?
Shaolin, get up or get yo' ass hit up

Eh yo, I'm a motherfuckin' nigga wit an
gun play, cock back, niggas is screwed
Stomach wounds make it for you to swallow ya food
Throw them Tape off for me to get in the mood

Sheek Louch, who fuckin' wit' that
I'm sick in the head, need to make a throwback straight jacket
White tee on, a G. on
These bitches you and the God try pee on

I don't care if a gram or brick
make it sell, get off my dick
Pump or the Desert E., take your
too long, the case won't stick

D-Block niggas fuck Rae
Nigga act hard and get hit up in the of day
Tough guys and all that but I know you pay
And I don't give a fuck, niggas, better what they say

Eh yo, real niggas, get up, live niggas, up?
We don't a fiduck, you faggots'll get hit up
Q.B., up? Y.O., what up?
Shaolin, get up or get yo' ass hit up

niggas get up, live niggas, what up?
We don't give a fiduck, you get hit up
Q.B., what up? Y.O., up?
Shaolin, get up or get yo' ass hit up

Body specialist, full cam F50 with
A up, do it to ya mans, yo scrams
If you take ears, niggas ain't really queers
Listen, it's grown men in the town, is their's

niggas, I cut niggas, stuck niggas
Come up, pluck niggas, pop niggas in chucks, it's
You in this? We non style, son, relentless
They lettered me Chef, nigga get down

Drop you, on you, get this, it's official on you
Yo, twist the hits, yo, this was on you
I'm just a business head ridin' with
Don't me to put out ya head

One for the money, two for the crime up
Peep it, all major niggas holdin' ground, get up
form an army millenia, Ice Water
From Q.B. to Y.O. Shaolin, I'm feelin' you

Eh yo, real niggas, get up, live niggas, up?
We give a fiduck, you faggots'll get hit up
Q.B., up? Y.O., what up?
Shaolin, get up or get yo' ass hit up

Real niggas, get up, live niggas, up?
We don't a fiduck, you faggots'll get hit up
Q.B., up? Y.O., what up?
Shaolin, get up or get yo' ass hit up

We gon' ride for our
(Yeah, ride for my team, nigga)
My kill you
(My niggas you, nigga)

We gon' for our team
(Y'all want war? Nigga pop up)
My niggas'll you
(Yeah, ride for ya team, nigga)
(Death before dishonor, you me?)

We ride for our team
(The motherfuckin' Lex Story)
(Y'all niggas better wake the up)
My kill you
(Yeah, Ice Inc., you heard me?)
D-Block, up?

We gon' ride for our
(Pain, and glory, word, you heard?)
My niggas'll you
(Yeah, yeah, my kill you, nigga)
(Bitch ass niggas)