[Nas]
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Look here see
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Pretty Mike shanked Two-Face Al over some gal
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Found the body dead in the isles
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Death by strangulation
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Microphone cord, a dirty broad
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Guess they´ll never play it again Sam
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Damn that was my jam
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Now she´s on the lamb
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She made it out with 200 grand
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What a scam
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While these two compete on who´s the star of the show
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Golden legs there makes off with the dough
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I read the paper there with Joe the Butcher
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He said one glance is all it took ya
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She´s a real looker
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They say her old mans a bootlegger
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Transporting in any weather
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And at this rate we´ll never get her
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Fellas, think it´s time to call it a night
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All this talk of this mystery dame´s gettin´ me tight
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Thought I saw her in my eyesight, right
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Hate to spoil the party
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What are you guys havin´, the same?
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Waiter another round for the gang
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It´s strange how I always felt outta place
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Joe The Butcher´s my ace, but in comes Freckle Face
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So I said see you later
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´Fore I hurt him and his two ugly thumb breakers
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He met them in Louisiana wrestling gators
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An idiot can tell they´re involved with the caper
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So I pulled the revolver on my waist up
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Between the patrol car and the gray truck
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Behind the street lamp was a silouhette
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White gloves and a real long cigarette
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What do ya know all this time she´s got me in her scope
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She spoke says the devil got you guys by the throat
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Your conspiracy theories won´t work without evidence
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That´s the reason why Eric B is not president
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Well what do ya say
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Ya see?
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Ya see?
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Ya see?
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Look here see
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I know you got soul your trying to hide it
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How did you kill a man out in cypress
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One Eyed Charlie
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He only hangs with the criminal minded
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Says you guys did it doggy style is he lyin´
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She says, (Walk This Way) I´ll tell you a (Children´s Story)
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We hit the bodega got her a few 40´s
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We jumped in my ride we drove and she cried
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Twisted off the cap there and opened her mouth wide
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Swallowed it, whole bottle´s half empty
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Drinks like a fish now she´s past tipsy
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The truth came out as we got to her suave house
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(Chopped and screwed) her mouth and sat me on the couch
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I said it´s gettin late c´mon give it to me straight
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Who´s ya sponsor lady? She says Bill Gates
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What are ya born 77 or 78?
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She says, Nah it goes way to an earlier date
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Slave times, claims the slaves said rhymes
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But she fell in love with some fella named Clive
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Who? Clive Campbell from Sedgwick Ave, the Bronx
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Now she shows me the cash
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I said who´s Clive, don´t play with me skirt
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She said Clive Campbell
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He´s Kool Herc
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Ah ha! Ah ha!
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Listen up sweetheart
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Now we gettin somewhere
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As she´s talkin, she starts vanishing in thin air
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But before she drops the money bag on the floor and died
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She said if you really love me I´ll come back alive
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Who Killed It? (Album Ver. - Explicit)
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| Nas |
