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[Featuring Mobb Deep]
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[DJ Clue] *echoing*
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New shit Mobb Deep featuring Noyd (like this dunn)
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The Professional used from my nigga Vic
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Haha
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[Prodigy]
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Yo you catch chills P stimulates your eardrum
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Tastebuds more higher than drugs my song take all
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I blastoff on the track law
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My shit is pure satisfaction what more could you ask for
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Wit facts like an ?ansaw? I pour fire on earth I been to hot raw
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Do Queens tires get burnt, let's peel through the real
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Slide through my terrain, take a ride wit me
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Check out my lifestyle, it's a off-road course
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I stay challenged, but that's a good thing
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Cuz it creates balance, Infamous wild life federation
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My congress, sit down and conversate ya fate
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Derate barracks, don't get yourself embarrassed
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My click savage, y'all niggaz is average
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I'm handling your Most V.P., put em in P.C.
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Nigga, it's the I-M-D nigga (CLUE)
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Chorus 2x
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Chorus [Havoc]
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Cuz we plottin, leave the cats wit one option
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Start hoppin, cuz when it's on we ain't stoppin
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The click'll get the message when shit start droppin
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Don't got a gat stashed, you better start coppin
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[Havoc]
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Now you can talk about a nigga, criticize my faults
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But in New York, got it locked wit bolts, blow the vote
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Overdose, while you cop block and cut throats
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Me and my click's champagning, and campaigning
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While you rhyme about your jewels, and sniff that shit up in your
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nostrils
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I'll be plottin on your life, to put one up in your fossil
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Niggaz think they gully, on the inside sweet like honey
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Niggaz want the bitches, we just want the money
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Federal notes, flipped blue, keys of coke store frontin watchin his
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dough
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Tourin the coast, pardon wife due, gettin babies drunk
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Call me foul, deep down, you gotta admit, you like my style
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Put holes in your Polo, I know your M-O, you half homo
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Joinin my team, that's a no-no
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Say what you want, don't let it talk for you
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And that's my word, I'll have this hollow tip stored for you
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Chorus 2x
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[Noyd]
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One time nigga, two times nigga yo
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I dig the way Clueminatti got the beats rollin through the body
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The type of tracks, got me killin these cats
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Twenty-one and black, mental inner city minds be exact
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When niggas in the hood ain't no good, carry gats
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And leave you on your back in a hurry
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Especially, dealin wit the money
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Rockin Pelle fuckin wit the Spanish mami cheffin up by dellis
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Now we got the guns pumpin jums out the back of a deli
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Really, these chumps gettin slummed on the daily
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Forty days, forty weeks, either these raps are back in the streets
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Stackin cracks up in the fleece, so Hav blaze the bees
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And pass that to me, and I'll bless piece
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So this way the whole fam eat
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Be the Infamous of this shit, pioneers of this
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Survival of the Fittest, nobody's fuckin wit this
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So fuck around wit Hav, you fuck around wit me
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You fuck around wit me, then you fuck around wit P
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You fuck around wit us, then you fuck around wit three
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Mothafuckers from the NYC, what nigga uh, what nigga Clueminatti
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Chorus 2x
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The Professional
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| DJ Clue |
