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* also appears on Deep's "Free Agents - The Murda Mixtape (Bonus Disc)"

[Tragedy Khadafi
Yeah...Get it poppin'...No
shit... for your ear
Yeah...Two-Five

[Tragedy
It go one for my niggas, two for the bass
Three for that regulated out of state
Four for the guns getting shit straight
For them bitch ass niggas hate
And I can tell right now that you not knowing
When the guns start and your blood stop flowing
You can take it to the heart nigga play your part
All you saw was the spark now you in the dark
the hood that I rep every nigga in my set
Generals to Cadets 'til the death
Inadvertently I know wanna murder me
But even analyze G, The Mahdi
Flow so precise, thug paradise, karot ice
Black living the life
see the light when they start losing pints
You can die by the gun or the

- Hook]
hey yo
Eh yo a nigga ain't stoppin' I got to get it poppin'
Yo you know a nigga plottin' I rep the rottin', (What's Good?)
Ain't shit tryin' to get these
And the first tryin to stop me gettin hit
And you know a nigga that shit when it's poppin'
Had a world watching and the whole game boxed in (I'm Good)
with it, talk cause I live it
You the God like an up north visit

Thun I analyze these niggas, cause simple like bitches
And to damn feminine to fuck with this
the rhetoric, you know the led will get hot
You know this metal ain't nothing to fuck with
Know I work steel with a workman's will
Staring so hard don't make me that grill
Apologize nigga dog you ain't that
man got bagged did time you squeeled
Glass slipper ass niggas get killed
You a grown man 'til you pay some bills
Keep it gully pimpin' before I had 4 wheels
The pipe cool, but my talk game ill
Wanna fuck with a cause I know my shit
You owe that bank, I own my
Out the don't ask, can't floss my whip
It who you know, bitch it's who you with

[Havoc
Eh yo a nigga ain't know I got to get it poppin'
Yo you know a plottin' I rep the dirty rottin', (What's Good?)
Ain't shit tryin' to get these
And the nigga tryin to stop me gettin hit
And you know a nigga poppin that shit when it's
Had a whole world and the whole game boxed in (I'm Good)
Okay it, talk cause I live it
You the God like an up north visit

Khadafi]
Yo I with, heavy metal shit for my thugs in Connecticut
Murderville nigga how you
Flow so sick, niggas can blow dick
Better what lies before you trick
In the mix of some Queens niggas to get rich
Any nigga in my way can the gun spit
Get your Du-Rag with long four-fifth
Hand glide your hood in the six
Road call for my who you wit? (Thug Shit)
Road call for my who you wit? (Thug Shit)
Let it make it pop 'til your heartbeat stop
Know the game don't stop 'til the casket
The God run out of shots they tape the block
Rep to the death for my on lock
And my dogs in the box meet you back on the
You know how the rocks, 'til we reach the top

[Havoc
Eh yo a nigga stoppin' know I got to get it poppin'
Yo you know a nigga I rep the dirty rottin', (What's Good?)
Ain't shit to get these chips
And the nigga tryin to stop me gettin hit
And you know a nigga that shit when it's poppin'
Had a whole world watching and the game boxed in (I'm Good)
Okay with it, cause I live it
You appreciate the God an up north visit

Eh yo a nigga stoppin' know I got to get it poppin'
Yo you know a nigga plottin' I rep the dirty
shit tryin' to get these chips
And the first nigga tryin to me gettin hit
And you know a nigga poppin shit when it's poppin'
Had a whole world watching and the whole game in (I'm Good)
Okay with it, cause I live it
You appreciate the God like an up visit