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[Sheek]
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Fuck -- shit is real right here
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Roc-a-Fella, LOX, takin the streets over motherfuckers
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Don't get it twisted
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Yo, aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo
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Yo shut the fuck up 'fore I blast and Banned From TV your ass
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with no mask, look at the camera like what?
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Yeah I did it like them sick white boys the court committed
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To the death of me, I'm spaz like I'm on Ecstasy
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Drop 100 bars for real like I'm lookin for a deal
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If I ain't hungry, who the fuck is, I'm worse than them African kids
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I ain't straight til my numbers match the Motorola ?bid?
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And walk the streets up in ? ? like I don't fuckin care
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If I ain't strapped that means I took em off my Nike Airs
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Get off mine, y'all talk shit like little children
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when I ride mine like bitched when I walk up in the building
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Cause I catch tans in the winter, with wild whores
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Jet-skiin, while you keep warm at corner stores
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I make it hot, floodin your block, the best way
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Professionally, they'll find poison in your X-Ray
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As I get roasted lookin at Biggie posted on my wall
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Takin shots of Louie til I fall
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Nuttin to lose, just load the clip up in the groove
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and kick rhymes to the poster, til I swear Big move
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My team, you would think was on Thorazine
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How we floss and don't give a fuck what it's cost-ing
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[Beanie Seagal]
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Yo, yo, pressure bust pipes, it's time to apply it now
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Pick out a quiet town and tie it down
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Make niggaz lock it down, y'all know where to buy it now
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Beanie Mac I supply it now
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My squad roll deep, in foreign cars with two seats
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Couple of 5's, a 6, a few Jeeps
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Bag enough coke to last a few weeks
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in case niggaz wanna test, vest and a few heat
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You really wanna test my name? And test my game?
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Until you have me, test my aim?
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Y'all niggaz nuts, like testricles
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??Cut?? you up in your 'partment building, ??best of view??
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? ? It's best for you to keep on walkin
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Heat from the noggin, keep on sparkin
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Platinum prezzie, Bezzie, stay sparklin
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Cop off the lot never see me at the auction
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Pint of Bacardi darken, when it's hawkin
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Out on the strip, until I reach the margin
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Not tryin to meet the Seargeant, at the precinct
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Eatin cheese sandwiches, down for the weekend
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Locked up with dirty white boys and Ricans
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[Jadakiss]
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Now if I kill you I probably do ten in the box
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Come down on appeal then I'm killin your pops
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You feelin The LOX, nigga why you grillin The LOX
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If this rap shit don't work niggaz still in the spot
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You bring it to me, I gotta lose your family
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Gangstas don't die, they get chubby, and move to Miami
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Shit is deep now dog but it gets deeper
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Fuck it, the weather's nice and the price is much cheaper
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I put it on tape, you gon' buy it, I put it in a bag
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you gon' try it, y'all niggaz can't deny it
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Lot of cats still tryin to study my last bounce
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Tell you what, get a beat tape and a half ounce
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They got me where I can't be without my large gat
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Teflon long sleeve, and my hardhat
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Don't matter if I'm openin up, or headline
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Doin the speed limit or pushin red lines
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Six months in the county or fed time
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I'ma be the 'Kiss nigga, until it's bedtime
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Anything I'm on is a classic, any nigga
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ever had beef with, son is a bastard
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Anytime I spit, spit acid, L.O.X.
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Ruffryder you heard? We got the game mastered
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I told you the pain was comin
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You wouldn't listen
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You tried to play me like a joke?
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Now who got the last laugh?
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Now take these bullets with you to hell
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[Sauce Money]
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You motherfuckers is sick, don't think Sauce the shit
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So many niggaz on my nuts I thought I lost my dick
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Picture me fallin off, I'm camera shy
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Hammers fly, might miss you, but your man'll die
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What's the difference? Either way I'm stunnin your crew
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I fuck to win, y'all niggaz comin to lose
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Somethin to prove? Spit it, we can have a sprayoff
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I lay off wet niggaz and kill em on my day off
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Ain't nuttin for me to bust a trey off
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Murder the whole month of April nigga, just to take May off
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Run with more Germans than Adolf, you light crews
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Now I concentrate on your camp, like Jews
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Flow hot like a heatwave bitch
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Whips fatter than them shits they beat slaves with
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I'm a meal stackin nigga who pull quick, still packin
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for you Phil Jackson niggaz on that Bull
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[Styles]
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I don't give a FUCK who you are, so FUCK who you are
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I don't care about a pretty bitch, watch or a car
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I don't care about your block and whoever you shot
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I don't care about your album and whenever it drop
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I don't care about your past if I did I woulda asked
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I'm too busy lightin 'dro with a whole lotta hash
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Far as this rap shit, I'm ten steps ahead of niggaz
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Shootin backwards, just for practice
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Ride or die nigga, hoppin in your casket
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Bout to go to hell with you, blow the L with you
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Tell the whole world I'm spittin let em know the shells hit you
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I tell niggaz quick, suck dick and get a glock
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My name ring bells like Sunday at twelve o'clock
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I'm half past seven, bust six then eleven
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You know me, slide my man my joint say reload me
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I ruffryde and pop a fella for Roc-a-Fella
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Jay (what the fuck) spendin mozzarella
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[Jay-Z]
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I know pop you can't stand us cause you cock them hammers
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Run in your crib, no prisoners, pop your grandma
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Locked in the slammer? Nope, popped up in Atlanta
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Crossed up in a drop I popped up the antenna
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Whoa.. watch your manners when my veins pop like scanners
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Like raindrops you hear the thunder when I cock the cannon
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Big thang, big chains, ain't shit changed
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Get brained in the four dot six Range
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Shit main, switch lanes
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every town I hit, switch planes, bitch flipped big caine
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Flow with no cut, you take it in vain/vein to the brain
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Muh'fukas is noddin and throwin up, you know that
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You don't wanna owe that man
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He'll hit you, get the picture? Kodak man
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Gotta, love for war, I don't floss no more
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I just sit on my money til I'm above the law
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How the fuck you gonna stop us with your measly asses
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We don't stop at the tolls we got EZ passes, nigga
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Multiple cars and divas with D-classes
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Iceberg sweat with I.B. on the elastic
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Shit, beyotch! What the fuck, ya heard me?
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Put some more beat on that joint
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Resevoir Dogs
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| Jay-Z |
