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Verse 1: Nas
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Got out the airport, the Mobb pick me up in the truck
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Jury junkie like fuck, I ain't scared to get stuck
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So what's the deal poppy?
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You heard the feds almost got me
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I had the Cuban posse all up in my room and lobby
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Negotiatin like an Illuminati network
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Don't catch a body experts and retrospect till the foul connect
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When I lost but back then was my fault
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Now it's time to floss
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Eye For An Eye what's mine is yours
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I need a suite with the flowers
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complentary at Trump Towers
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Sit at the table we can build for hours
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on gettin riches, a cinch, take a glimpse
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The World Is Yours written all over the blimps
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Here's a toast to my foes, it's like a whole new beginning
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From ??? and prima, loads of women rockin linen
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I got a plan to blow the Hiroshima, Japan
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Movin niggas out tha hood and just divide em with fam
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Ay yo, the bitches like G Money said to us, man
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about the dick like the horse with the cowboy brand
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Chorus 1:
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Give it up fast, quick and not slow
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Not goin to the tables if it's not about dough
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Son you know Mobb Deep is runnin this shit
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QBC, nigga grab your click
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Verse 2: Havoc, Big Noyd, Prodigy
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Yeah son, I'm feelin it
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Opposition want me dead, concealin shit
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Four gats got me livin, kid
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Rushin thru my pyramid
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You secondary, go against the grain then you adversary
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Had to bury niggas on my side, that snitch
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ran his mouth like a bitch
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now he's layin in a ditch
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Daily dug for himself
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On his grave I had to piss
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Scud missile never miss you
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Hit you, scratch you off, we left Jim Star rip thru
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You metal deeper, you ain't havin it me either
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It's drama, ain't got time for no breathers
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Rapper Noyd make these niggas into believers
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Huh, huh
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Hey Noyd, what up this cat right here, man
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Word up!
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The tough guy strong me
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I guess he got plans to ruin me
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He want ta do me slowly but surely
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I beat his fast ass a bit early
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Grabbed the biased raid, the shit was curly
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Put the drome to his dome
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Let him know it's never early
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You can slide before I snatch the heat from his side
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Saw the devil in disguise by the look in his eyes
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He was surprised I snatched him up
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Regulated his gat and backed him up
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Stepped to the side, P blast em up
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Hey yo, cannons are rough
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You got strucked up, ya strokes slit
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So rapper nigga playin thug try to pro shit
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(Yo, kill that nigga, man!)
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All I remember was I shot for his throat G
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You see big guns and 3-D is haunting
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It gets deep, fuckin with these Chi-nese
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Thai weed burnin my hip from hot gats
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Burnin my lips from roach clips
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Catch me on 40th and Bootlegger in the a.m.
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These *?R-tape meridiam?* cats, insomniacs
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Four in the mornin we throwin back some Cognac juice
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Lettin gats loose in the blue van blitz-thru
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These kids too couldn't find the pistol
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Ay yo, I got the Lexus, holdin my necklace
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I'm bent off some next shit
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Gasoline wick, a kerosene twist
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Stumblin, place of my gun right, it's slipped down its calibre
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Lookin for chicks that he can stab now
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Numbed up for my fiery cup
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I held juice of sin's nectar
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Saints found they youth
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Mega-action, bitches all around ready to fuck
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Big asses, you bought all the shit, pressin ya luck
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My pipe games like a night train
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top speed thru ya warm piece
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??? to say the least
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Chorus 2:
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Give up the pussy fast, quick and not slow
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Not goin to the cell if it ain't a freak show
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Said you know Mobb Deep is plannin this shit
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QBC, niggas grab their click
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Chorus 1
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Outro: Prodigy
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(And that's how it go)
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And that's it nigga
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(If it ain't a freak show) It ain't a freak show
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Y'knowhutI'msayin?
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(Don't give up, don't give up, don't give up)
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Don't go
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(Y'know the deal)
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Rapper Noyd, rapper P, Nas, Havoc
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To the exit, niggas we out!
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What up!
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(The Infamous)
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It's over baby
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(Fuck 9-6 to 9-7)
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Tell the rest of the crew
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Give It Up Fast
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| Mobb Deep |
