"Huh huh huh huh huh hah hah hah hah hah hah"
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Yeah, yeah, y'know
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Tranquilise, tranqulise
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Yeah, yeah
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Yo Ghostface! [echoes] (c'mon)
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Raekwon! [echoes]
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Meth! [echoes]
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[Raekwon]
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See me in the club, got a gun on my Lex/legs
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Select paper and invade all the illest niggas
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Tally up pen, yo, Live Crew meetin'
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Layin' in the lab with rolls o' fly Mo-et ho
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All niggas eatin' (WOAH! [echoes])
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Wreckin' Ball Gangsters, unleash the law
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Straight up, colourful drawers, bad whores
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On the weekend eat a raw style like Flounder
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Fuckin' wit' mine or how we design
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My niggas might find ya
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Layin' in the Tropics, big dick shit on park
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They way his Khak's look, niggas on ?chocolates?
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Movin' out, coloured Durangos switch to me, bro
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That's how I picture rich niggas with the same coats
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All rich niggas with the same coat.
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[Method Man]
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You can catch this crew, and fall in a ship
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Fully equipped, on a star tack, callin' a bitch
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How much you get, when that Absolute and Hennesey mix
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(Ultimate, ultimate) Wu shit, my whole click (Ultimate, ultimate)
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Rubba-dub, ass in the club, showin' me love
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Sayin' "Peace" to the nigga that thug, I got the drugs
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And the .38, snub-nose, strikin' a pose
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Baby girl, throw the drink on my clothes, then meet ya ?bos?
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Lewis Fritz, Hot Nikks, nigga what's happenin'?
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Any shit, holdin' my dick, smokin' a clip, thanks for askin'
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Mashin', the latest fashion,
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Dance floor packed with whites, blacks and latins
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All N Together, together for worship better
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Now I put it down whether its Methy, Method, or Meth-Tical
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Prop, skate, roll, bounce
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I'm bound to wreck ya body as they turn the party out.
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[Raekwon]
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Oh magazine's slipped, kinda like we lit
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Deliver was a lit, ya niggas know
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High niggas rent , I'm set like nuh Purple and the new Lex
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Trifle and work, let's murder eveything that Wu wanted sent
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I'd better pay Big Momma for usin' his lyrics
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Pay Big Momma for usin' his lyrics
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(You betta) Pay Big Momma for usin' his lyrics
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Pay Big Momma for usin' his lyrics (come on, come on)
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[Superb]
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And my mouth stay dry 'cos I swallow the struggle
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I might connect you to a VCR, add delay, bug you
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I'm not a gangsta, I hate thugs too
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I'm just a nigga that painted a picture without a paintbrush too
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Without a paintbrush too
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[Ghostface Killah]
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Bulletproof Wallets, 20 t'ya kids that says made outta Korea
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Top Sear, pass the beer, last to see a raj
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(?) be beamed up behind the stove askin' how Maria pop Leer
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Cursed style near, burst out a purse with the gods you jeer
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From Star's Pizzeria, police hate the veer
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Especially when the shots ring off in slow motion
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when yo' head hit the meter
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You lost two leaders, at the same case speeder
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Peter Slim Duch shook 'em down for his reefer
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James chased the recent with a hatchet on Easter
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Two murders in the 'hood, we call 'em double features
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Watch how I eat this, freak the best teacher
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At the prayer with the preacher, I get (?) in the bleachers
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And your girl, I might eat her
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I'm a lover, not a biter (well, yeah)
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I still catch her for a piece
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[Superb (singing)]
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He's as good as the rest of 'em
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And as bad as the worst
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So don't hate me
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You'd better move over, yeeeeeaaaah- (yeah, yeah) - eeaaaaaah!
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[beat stops]
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[Ghost] Fuckin' idiots!
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[beat starts again]
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[Outro - Ghostface Killah]
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Yo, uhuh, Wallets motherfuckers
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That's right, all my shit is Bulletproof
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Stoop for the Bulletproof (yeah)
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Yeah, Projects (yeah) Bulletproof Wallets (DJ! DJ! [echoes])
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On yo' ass nigga, you heard?
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Dirt-ass niggas, ya niggas ain't got a chance [echoes]
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Stadio [echoes]
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One-three [echoes]
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Word up! [echoes]
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Ya now dead [echoes]
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Flowers (feat. Raekwon, Method Man & Superb)
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| Ghostface Killah |
