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Say Mizzy : Say Mizzy
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One, two step like Ciara
Throw it (shoot) like Mbaka did (blah)
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If the Spartans ever come to a vote
And they want this guy that I've known from school
Then I can't lie, I'm on him too
Only we know what we been through
Put my feelings aside and go
Scheme on the target, wait for the green light
Then let my reh-teh go
Cah we pull up on folks like, "Who's?" (who?)
Familiar face, then shoot (shoot)
In the field, there's me or you (or you)
And you (and you) and you (and you)
So even if I blow in music
The truth is I'll still be a goon
Handlin' stuff in the field, yeah, yeah
Who provides for the family too? (who?)
(And they call him) Mi-Mi-Miz (Mizzy)
Mac bare extravagant waps
Inconspicuous tints
I ride dot-dot in the back
It's Naghz on the left, where Phineas sits (Phineas)
One, two step like Ciara
Throw it (shoot) like Mbaka did (blah)
See how everybody hates Chris?
That's how everbody hates Miz
Used to play a game on the K
Who can wet the most blades opposite? (who?)
And I was a potential bae (bae)
When I heard SA's on the wing (latz)
That's a real legend on the K
Now it's money and fame, and Brazilian tings (peng)
Everybody talk about war (war)
What you niggas know about war?
What you know about invadin' flats
Eradicate camps, and make them deport?
And confidential explores (skrrt, skrrt)
What you know about hangin' out whips
Impeccable clips, torrential storms?
Sixteen runnin' out doors (doors)
Turn estates to a pond
I run out the car, screamin' "Sixty"
Bet they didn't know it was a Harlem don (come on)
This life that we're livin' is risky
Apology if it's a violent song
And police might say that it's dangerous
But it's entertainment, shut them gobs (shut up)
Tell 'em, "Free up my my partner Savage"
He did no lackin', he showed them knifes (free him)
Me and him in the cell, reminiscing
We sat up in prison, recappin' on rides
Now remember that GG jammed on his head?
That was old school pushback times
She heard on the streets I'm reckless
Though I ain't showed her my reckless side
(Peng, peng, peng, peng, peng, peng)
And we don't realise what we're doin' to the
Hearts of our loves when we do this crime (nope)
But it's never in our head when we're out for revenge
And we're sittin' in a car like ice (ice)
Opp block, opp block, opp block
That's who I'm hear when I listen to guys (swear down)
O-O-Opp block
That's who I'm hear when I listen to guys
O-O-Opp block
That's who I'm hear when I listen to guys
I run out the car, screamin' "Sixty"
Bet they didn't know it was a Harlem guy
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