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Intro:Dismal sketches of...Jersey trife shit
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Hook:
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Fire and brimstone is our life's stage
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So we pack enough heat that we could melt the next iceage
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A rich nigga is still a nigga just harder to fade (why?)
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There's thousands of ways to get payed (x5)
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Verse 1:
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I'm that type of rapper that'll take a half an hour in advance
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(And do the hustle) and I don't mean that 70's dance
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The king of punch lines I do what I gotta for my backroll
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Slicing yayo with powder with my bass latter gettin' dasterly for
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salary
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Fiends dream of stabbing me, Bo Diggity is never snagging me
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Chino equality for the high or low black son I'm betting on that
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Seeking universal mastery
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Should I put platrum plaques on my wall like a Latin art gallery
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Ol'Dirty should of FUCKED Maria, my rap the barbed wire fences
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Ancestors Egyptian princes, showing you a view to a kill
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Giving you fatal glimpses, stacking papes like there's 10 of me
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Your hootie's an obsenity, corporate at the pope
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But shooting bullets with no memory
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Hook:
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"I gotta get mine, I gotta get cash"
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Verse 2:
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I need that cream split and I've seen
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Enough cowboy movies to know a white man's hand shake don't mean shit
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So back in 9-5 I said "Fuck a 9 to 5" I ain't John Travolta
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Gun in holster, man Stayin' Alive, from New Jerz to Cali
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Get my swerve, servin' silence, ultra violence
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A lot of islands, avoiding niggas that's spineless
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I got the lay, who's beefing this kid heartless
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Harry reasons vary, shot him at the vally
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Took the Jag keys from the valay, Robert Shalay
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Top down drove away, pumpin' Hip Hop Hooray
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I'm so full of shame, it's awful strange
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Local crew conplain I'm spitting out more keys than an opera sings
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vocal range
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Fuck playin' ceelo, half latino, Chino exquistness, the streets
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bizness
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Never personal, shorties still in Monteros for deneros
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Way past the current few, violate mine and get done like Al Sharps
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perms do
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My rents due, gotta make that revenue
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You dodge bullets like Bobby Brown on my avenue
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Yellow nigga with an attitude, Tommy Hilfigure booster too
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From the morph of the Martinees bitches from Catholic school
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Uptown they call my Parabal, crack ho selling genitals
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Trading they souls for Salindriacal capsals
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My products is unhabitable, please don't feed the animals
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(Why?) New Jeru is a fuckin' zoo
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Hook
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Verse 3:
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For my peoples that's making rap fans
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Downin' niggas with credit card scams,jackin' strickly Toyota land
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Cruisers making moves in large proportions
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Dressing like white boys, sticking up Norstoms
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I done seen niggas taht go from college graduations
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To illegal cannibus connection with Jamacians
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Hooked up with Asians for Motor-Rola flip phone activating chips
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Selling exotic dips as they occupation, do what you gotta
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Bitches turn tricks like a Globetrotter
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Got adults playing cops and robbers, it's hot like lava
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Ghetto kids breeding Rotweilders
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Selling 'em flipping grip for product no problem
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Genius niggas pull 6 figure burglaries, fuck a wanted sign
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They can afford plastic surgury
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I'm a surviver, street scholar
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Smoking a pontom leaf with pitbulls see drippin' saliva
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For the mighty dollar
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Hook
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Thousands
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Chino XL |