| 2 bad brothas
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| (Ooh, that’s funky, mama)
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| 3 bad brothas
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| (Ooh, that’s funky, mama)
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| 4 bad brothas
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| (Ooh, that’s funky, mama)
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| 5 bad brothas
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| (Ooh, that’s funky, mama)
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| 6 bad brothas
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| Ready?
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| Hit it
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| Pong, Don Simone on the microphone
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| You like the sound? |
| Don’t touch the bass, homes
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| Drop it, you can’t stop it, you wish you would
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| 'Kick it in the hood…' - you never could
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| Good, better than bad, the new fad
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| But your 6−4 can never touch my Cad
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| The granddad, now you call me superior
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| You know my name, but me, I never hear of ya
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| Rid — R-i-d, now say it backwards
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| D-i-r, Director In Control Respective
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| You think you’re rollin, jock holdin walkin around
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| But the T.R.I.B.E. |
| rides deep, so deep you might drown
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| Now, you picked a letter
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| You picked the r, it’s time to fade the trendsetter
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| Never, I’m just too clever, cause I’m the Ganxsta
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| To kill ya, you’re the worm in my drink, ya
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| Intoxicated, r rated with the content
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| This one’s so funky, gotta use it in my concert
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| You get hurt if you try to revert to any other
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| ]From the Six Bad Brothas
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| 7 bad brothas
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| 8 bad brothas
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| 9 bad brothas
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| 10, chin, you give the pin to the hench men
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| A kite was shot straight to the hit man
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| 6 is better than 1
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| But Six Bad Brothas with guns
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| Packin 808 kick drums
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| Bad muthafuckas, six wanted hustlers
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| Down for the count, we kill you with a muffler
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| Silence — they said real bad boys move in silence
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| But the hard loud ones are more violent
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| I keep strollin cause of the mic I’m holdin
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| 16 deep, so you know we rollin
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| Doin it like gangsters, rollin like stars
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| Busters beat up girls and tuck behind the hard
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| Hardcore, identical to the last one
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| All you can do is make beer runs
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| You got it like this, we got it like that
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| Man, y’all ain’t be got no gat…
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| Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E. |
| is the winnin team
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| (Why you say that?) Cause we get the loudest scream
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| So hold your bitch tight, cause we’re all fighters, not lovers
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| Yeah, Six Bad Brothas
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| 7 bad brothas
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| 8 bad brothas
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| 9 bad brothas
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| (Ooh, that’s funky, mama)
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| Godfather, you think they can get with T.R.I.B.E.
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| Na, na, na, na, na
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| Tell em, T.R.I.B.E
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| Na, na, na, na, na
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| Godfather — a bad brotha
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| (King Roscoe) — a bad brotha
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| (K.O.D.) — a bad brotha
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| (E.K.A.) — a bad brotha
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| (O.M.B.) — a bad brotha
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| Ganxta R? |
| dd — a bad brotha
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| And to the T.R.I.B.E. |
| — some bad brothas
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| Yeah
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| Word to the brothas
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| I don’t need an application for this ryhme creation
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| A boo-yaa to ya with the rhyme reputation
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| Multiply like a fly, opponents realize
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| 6 bad brothas finna energize
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| ??? |
| rhyme sayer is what you wanna be
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| I said a rap, he was crap, sounded more like a summary
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| O is on the go, known to be a bragger
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| Goin straight to all you posses like a 12″ dagger
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| Suicidal, emotion will result in disgrace
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| A rhyme sayer, a player simply settin the pace
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| Temperature flare to a certain degree
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| And like a cold we got symptoms inside you will see
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| Now our dry cell analyzed, we can’t be defined
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| Coordinated, updated with the one-track mind
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| Yo, the mind (what is the mind?)
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| The mind is a tool that make busters go blind
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| Manipulator, fader, perpetrator hater
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| Innovator, debater, operator, calculator
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| Rap schooler, and there ain’t no cooler
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| When it comes to MC’s, Boo-Yaa the rap rulers
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| 1 bad brotha
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| 2 bad brothas
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| 3 bad brothas
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| 4 bad brothas
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| 5 bad brothas
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| 6 bad brothas
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| That’s all it takes, homeboy
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| (Ooh, that’s funky, mama) |