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Lord Tariq & Peter Gunz
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Cops & Robbers
Lord Tariq & Muggs
Tryin' to tell you man
I'm going up in there
I'm gonna dig into niggas pockets
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Lord Tariq, Lord Tariq
[Incomprehensible]
Either you be real or you be dead
Hit a killer, be a killer, that's the rules to this game
In the court of the law with let niggas that feel ya
They know cat dealers
But with some new shit, like Clue shit, we strap for this thriller
You hit the crack house, you pull a mack out
Cock the mack back, blow his back out
And take the back route and that's what that's about, understand?
I wan't cans in hand, this shit is real, never phony
Don't come short with my money
I'll only tell you once Tony
Don't fuck me, don't you ever try to fuck me
If so, trust me, you outta luck B
And try to sit high where them drugs be
Filthy rich looking broke
Fuck a bitch I wan't the world [Incomprehensible]
Keeping feds of my ass I gotta think fast
'Cause black man white town, you know, this shit won't last
We try to bumble like ass, stay low, got to hurl that cash
Into the trouble blow past, that's how you do it
We got cops and robbers, niggas and spicks
Flashy cars, ghetto stars, movin' stones and bricks
It ain't over on the streets, we got blocks to get
So heads up, guns cock, don't get rocked to this
We got cops and robbers, niggas and spicks
Flashy cars, ghetto stars, movin' stones and bricks
It ain't over on the streets, we got blocks to get
So heads up, guns cock, don't get rocked to this
Now if the good die young
Then what the fuck that makes me?
And who the fuck are you to rape me?
Less then the best, bulletproof love
The thugs holdin' it down in the decks
And for the frauds I got techs
Headin' straight for your chest
Feel me on this, my word is priceless
You can't pawn this, I might diss drop jewels
The way I cop jewels, the way my nine drops flues
The way my mind influence, what's a nigga to do a murder
Type of shit you never heard of
From jimbos to fat burger on some last long shit
I be doing this forever like that nigga Von Zeil
Plus, I calm shit, I bomb shit, I had a lot of Brooklyn niggas
Sayin', 'Yeah them Bronx niggas they get down'
So hold your heat up, and move fast, you got to keep up
Because Clue, Minnesota, Lord Tariq run these streets what
Nigga peep up, talkin' to the sidewalk
And there's nothing to comprehend when my nine talks
We got cops and robbers, niggas and spicks
Flashy cars, ghetto stars, movin' stones and bricks
It ain't over on the streets, we got blocks to get
So heads up, guns cock, don't get rocked to this
We got cops and robbers, niggas and spicks
Flashy cars, ghetto stars, movin' stones and bricks
It ain't over on the streets, we got blocks to get
So heads up, guns cock, don't get rocked to this
I peep the devil screamin' BK 'cause I rock for B.I.G.
Live like pop did, shells couldn't stop the kid
In some rap since I pack, used to be in passin' for crack
Molka types of lid with a passin' for stacks
Dreads call me African Black named after my medicine
Street veteran with one gun, killed eleven men
It's too crazy, y'all fake tough guys with full gazi's
Blue mercedes, three pounds under the blue avy
Bomb crews my mind power beyond you
Now I push your hair line back, do what the con do
I warned you and sworn no talkin'
Bring the thing out, got the block surrounded like cops
And shots rang out
Animal instinct, blood type is thoroughbreed
Run with thorough heads, leave you in another burough bed
Respect my hood, like the heats do
Be k to the Bronx, poor Kane, Lord Tariq and Clue
We got cops and robbers, niggas and spicks
Flashy cars, ghetto stars, movin' stones and bricks
It ain't over on the streets, we got blocks to get
So heads up, guns cock, don't get rocked to this
We got cops and robbers, niggas and spicks
Flashy cars, ghetto stars, movin' stones and bricks
It ain't over on the streets, we got blocks to get
So heads up, guns cock, don't get rocked to this
DJ Clue, Professional
Roc-A-Fella
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