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featuring B-Real, Fat Joe, Kool G Rap
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* This song doesn't appear on the album Capital Punishment
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[Chorus]
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[Fat Joe] What would you do if you could do the unbelievable
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[Kool G Rap] Once you rule the world every girl will want to be with you
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[Big Pun] First I get the money then I get the power
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[B-Real] B-Real of the hill eliminate the guitars
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[Verse 1]
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[B-Real]
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Thinkin' of takin' a plane
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to take a flight out to the red light
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and smuggle 10 pounds of weed
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make it home tonight
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be the number 1 smuggler in the area
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got enough weed to fill up and air craft carrier
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erb slanger, Hasila Incorporated
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state to state and over seas gettin' faded
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buddah king had seen the green proton
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I'm bringing it on right back home to Don
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many different strains of erb in my brain
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I'm slippin' through customs in my hydro plane
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skunk and the one chocolate ty bud
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niggaz lets get high in the sky hit the blunts
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and the bongs, fill up the lungs, niggaz don't stop
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fools get sprung when they get there smoked up for crops
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like gettin' props, where all the soldiers in the board
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yo what would you do if the world was yours.
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[Chorus]
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[Kool G Rap] What would you do if you could do the unbelievable
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[Big Pun] Once you rule the world every girl would want to be with you
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[B-Real] First I get the money then I get the power
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[Fat Joe] Joey crack twist the caps enemys I devour
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[Verse 2]
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[Fat Joe]
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Yo it's only a dream 16 battin' Beamers and Benz's
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lying penance with diamonds ill as lacin' in a face with avengances
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having blocks on in the lava parts dome
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my mankind with crime is how you shine if you can't rhyme
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dime droppers will give ya fad time if you sleep
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but momma single be mastera heater on city streets
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in the east I be known as Don Cartegena
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claimin' the (?) like (?)
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lacin' the china wit Menida
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to seller need repeater or be a leader
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like a preacher or presume a steeper
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peep the shit that I be on, sippin' Don
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until I'm drunk with a million in my trunk like Nikki Vons
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come on I be the top extortionist
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adopt adopted foster kids right out the muthafuckin' orphanage
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yea, I do it for the youth, I'm livin' proof
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all my peeps in the streets know I speak the truth.
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[Chorus]
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[Big Pun] What would you do if you could do the unbelievable
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[B-Real] Once you rule the world every girl would want to be with you
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[Fat Joe] First ya get the money then you get the power
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[Kool G Rap] G Rap bustin' the gats slangin' last by every hour
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[Verse 3]
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[Kool G Rap]
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No doubt,
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I be the crime story of all ghetto territorys
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soldiers at war be blowin' up niggaz like glory
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with pharmasoticle lavatorys
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major to chemistry, PHD in streetology
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degree in drug industry
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combinin' H콿 with matter from crack batter
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rest it through molecules scatter
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launchin' rockets to make the pocket fatter
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mind bitin' an arm starts a crime
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G equals and MC dat aint near the square son I gets mine
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but yo the kill the fill with force fields and shields
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and holy steel, a nigga keep it real
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you know the deal, if the stakes ain't to high for me to grab
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I got's to have, stack all the cabbage
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from constructin' a drug traffic
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police a jam me in try to find a new pot to frame me in
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Aramians so I resort the evil thoughts like Damien
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this flame of fury to the D-A and the jury
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100 grand the judges hammer slams I'm a free man.
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[Chorus]
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[B-Real] What would you do if you could do the unbelievable
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[Fat Joe] Once you rule the world every girl would want to be with you
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[Kool G Rap] First ya get the money then you get the power
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[Big Pun] Big Pun's the same son bustin' my guns for the Dollars
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[Verse 4]
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[Big Pun]
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Yo, I'm walkin' waters
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spit fire and shit H?gen-Dazs
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idolize no man like Conan and stand beside the guards
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be larger than life, twice as nice as ya idol
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pump you with pride, then guide you str8 to hell like the bible
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I'm lible to start manipulatin' minds infiltratin' clown
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'm out the pitfalls of life entice with nickle plated nine
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it seems every time I'm dream I'm in a nightmare of fiend
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livin' a world of mothers and queens and men would fight fare
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[Fat Joe: Hell Yea!] I wish I could, I wish I could
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never forget this whole damn world aint shit I'm just a hood
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yo I change my life make my wife and get the chance for the pain
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and physical abuse, give her back her best years
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grab my chest hairs, pound my fist on the hard cement
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spark the scent, and cloud the sky till my heart's content
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repent and vow she be forgiven
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how could we be proud to live in a world
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which condems man, child, to women
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child to women.
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Wishful Thinking *
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| Big Punisher |
