[Black Rob - almost mumbling]
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They said that I'm a Rottweiler
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And I'm from the Rottweiler house, the Rottweiler New York
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[G-Dep]
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Really, get smacked silly, you get smacked silly
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Fucking with these niggaz from the, what you gon' do
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When you ready? Shit I was born ready
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And I was already on fish and spaghetti
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Creep with the culture, rap I can coach ya
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Attack like a vulture, see what I told ya?
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Said I'd get'cha, wear it if it fit ya
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Y'all thirteen inches, I see the big picture
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If it's to get richer, I'd probably get wit ya
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If not burn it, get hot like a furnace
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Shoot the video, motherfuck city permits
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We own the city, on the phone with Diddy (*phone sounds*)
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Red bone pretty, when she get aroused
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like to suck her own titty; put it in the video
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Ya wanna holla got to follow nigga here we go
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Get you ticket, the train, don't miss it
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Won't reach out, and ya bet I won't visit
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'til my whole wardrobe is-it, now listen
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(Chorus)
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Make this money, take this money (Let's get it)
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Ain't no way you can take this from me (Let's get it)
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Ain't shit funny (uh) shake it honey (Let's get it)
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Take it money.. now let's get it (Let's get it)
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[G-Dep]
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Creep with your people
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Though my shit is Sweet and Low it's no Equal
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Front but you lookin
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Once I throw the hook in proceed to get cookin
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with the game when I sewed it
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Since you came thought I owed you one
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Wide big Lincoln, why's this guy on the side for the stinking?
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Watch task force dash forward lookin marveled
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It's a big chance, big pants, might guard him
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with my man's type proper
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Better learn quick, cause my clique don't argue
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You ain't my crew, who are you? Beat it
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'fore we take off make sure you all seated
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In Billboard read it, believe it
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(Chorus)
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[G-Dep]
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Soul Controller, rap Ayatollah
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Kids hate me when they older I put cracks by the stroller
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I'm registered voter, motherfuck a quota
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Give some bakin soda and a quarter
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Bet I flow straight up out the water
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I'ma wreck the game 'til it say "out of order"
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Put the high score up
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Then tear the floor up
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On the world tour with your whore out in Europe
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Head on the tour bus
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Do what them niggaz in the drop thinks cooler
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Called up five reporters to thank my supporters
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Hittin wives and daughters
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Brought 'em neck spray from Estee Lauders
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Call Puffy to order
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[P-Diddy]
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Aiyyo, call me Diddy - I run this city
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Send the cops, the D.A. and feds to come get me
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Cats wanna leave me for dead you comin with me
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Gettin head in the Bentley red at one fifty
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Straight lose it, love two things my family my music
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Might co-write and produce it
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Drop mine, hot 9 exclusive
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Got y'all Hawkin like Yusef
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Cause I can, break backs and stacks it's no problem
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Make raps and tracks and go Harlem
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I get worldwide coverage
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Got so many spots I don't even buy luggage, ya love it
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Make moves major, hide out in Asia
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If your girl keep comin around them I'm a blaze her
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I'm the Bad Boy flavor, light blue gators
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NOT GUILTY, and I'm filthy, c'mon
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(Chorus)
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[Black Rob (Puffy)]
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I be the Eastside Soprano, Rob Marciano
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Flow in e'ry channel with the Iverson handle
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Forty-five sparks turn your day gray flannel
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Snatch the yay of the mantle, then proceed to dismantle
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Can't slay Rob
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How many niggaz done tried to play Rob, quit they day job
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Tired of putting broke niggaz under the wing
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If I go to jail again I'm goin under the bing
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Act like you gon' pull that thing thing
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You the only one that always get stuck for bling bling
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I represent "A" block in Sing Sing
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Almost caught a buck fifty for fuckin a Latin King's queen
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Moves for paper, booze no chaser
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Bullets out the blazer four-fifth with the laser
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Come and get your shit splitted, newspapers said I did it
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(He ain't do it) Now let's get it (Let's get it)
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(Chorus) (x3)
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Let's Get It
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| P. Diddy & The Bad Boy Family |
