[Intro]
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Yeah yeah yeah yeah y'all... New York City...
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Tryna to see where I'ma go tonight...
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The most famous town in the whole fuckin' world...
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The other night, nigga was at Lotus...
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I hit P and them I was Dom P'ed up in there, you know...
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But I found this new spot we went to the other night, yo
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Check it out check it out how it went
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[Verse 1]
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It was just cool like, smooth night wit' my jewels bright
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Goons left goons right, coupe wit' blue lights
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Bad girls in black pearls, gave us cat calls
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Took 'em back to the crib to break they ass off
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In the loft mixin' hash and 'dro
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Honey spreaded that asshole like a wide mouth bass
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Sippin' wine out the glass, Teddy Pendergrass blast
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When the phone ring, the house lights flash
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Turned down the sound, let's get down to bidness
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Shit about to go down wit' some foul niggaz
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What the voice said, "what up pop? Who want it?"
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I put the guap up, get the boy popped
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He say "son stop, it's dudes you feedin'
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Who feedin' other dudes, but they really not eatin'"
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Dog, why you callin' me? This our food
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You, handle the mouths that it trickles down to
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Niggaz want beef, I want some of that cow too
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But I'm in my princely robe, simply rich
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Don't bother me wit' silly shit, call Rico
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He said "it IS Rico, of all people
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Gave his moms furs, called up the mayor
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To get his crime pardoned, his son's godfather"
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Said the nigga shot up my cars
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Last night he laid for me to come out my doors?
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[Chorus]
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Niggaz always on that bullshit
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To make a nigga wanna open up a full clip
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Niggaz always on that bullshit
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Now ya funeral, the preacher's at the pulpit
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Niggaz always on that bullshit
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To make a nigga wanna open up a full clip
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Niggaz always on that bullshit
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Now ya funeral, the preacher's at the pulpit
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You can't kill me
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[Verse 2]
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High, fly, send a fella loaf or glass?
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Fold up cash, you ain't heard the soldier's half
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You speakin' hogwash, silly shit, ?? to dash
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I got the live sparked, Phillies lit, smoker's jacket on
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The son of a Cap-ricorn, my dad's a don
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What you think that he spawned? A slacker? Nah
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Packed the nines, yo this nigga's asinine
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Smack ya mom, relaxed and calm, then mack ya mom
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In a casket, you'll get ya fashion on
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You'll be in a suit and tie, you'll die
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You'll make maggots turn to flies, fuckin' wit' Nas
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Remember anyone can get it at anytime
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Lames'll swear by ya name, when they lie
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Get hit wit' the lone star, ripped where ya bones are
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So tell me how yo' ass gon' run, from a C-Z-P-O-1?
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In the midst of real steel movers, you a loser
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Merk you wit' ya own shooters
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All you want is a name, pissed and insane
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My security system, my playspot a fireplace, listen
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Then it goin' off, start spittin'
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Niggaz try to bring it where I live in
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Trustin' you, knew where all of the cribs at
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So we waited wit' the cigs blat, blat, blat!
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[Chorus]
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Niggaz always on that bullshit
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To make a nigga wanna open up a full clip
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Niggaz always on that bullshit
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Now ya funeral, the preacher's at the pulpit
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Niggaz always on that bullshit
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To make a nigga wanna open up a full clip
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Niggaz always on that bullshit
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Now ya funeral, the preacher's at the pulpit
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You can't kill me
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"You can't kill me" [to fade]
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you can't kill me (album ver, explicit)
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| Nas |
