All my harlem niggas my bk niggas
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back uptown baby lennox ave
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We bout to spit hospitable
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Physical but shit is gettin critical
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The way cats bitin is dispicable
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Pitiful unoriginal this shit is miserable
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I'm a businessman I ain't tryin to be lyrical
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Damn it's a miracle thought y'all was veterans
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Wish your flow was ill huh?
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Mine was your medicine
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Now you're in the game
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Lame sound the best you've ever been
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Play right I'll catch you late night nigga like Letterman
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Get thirty thou now your actions begun
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Actin and fun nigga after taxes you're done
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Cars impounded, New York must stop bitin and start writin
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And start malice(?)
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When the fuck we start bouncin?
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We stash ounces, make a nigga start clownin
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We spark round and nigga that's your heart poundin'
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[CHORUS]
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Yo you fly? Let me know
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Yo you high? Let me know
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You wanna cry? Let me know
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You wanna die? Let me know
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You want raw? Let me know
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You sound raw Let me know
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You want a war? Let me know
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You on tour? Let me know
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You sell crack? Let me know
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You bust yo gat? Let me know
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You sell weed? Let me know
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Well where the trees? Let me know
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You a fed? Let me know
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She give head? Let me know
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It's aight? Let me know
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You wanna fight? Let me know
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Yo I get dough any way
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I can flow any way
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Yo you rap about money, man, who are you anyway?
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C'mon, all my jewels ice and gray
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And nigga might I say
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I'm Mister Rogers status, change twice a day
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Any beef you let me know, I'll be there right away
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And when I'm rhyming, I've always got the right of way
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I got some cats that'll come down here right away
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To take your ass right away
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Believe me you could die today
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We explode and bullets we reload and killers speak in code
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So please let me know
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You get fly? Let me know
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He get high? Let me know
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Take his jewels and his rolls(?)
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Eat his food to let him know(???)
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You can't come to the hood, we got glocks to squeeze
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With rocks and G's and that shit looks hot on me
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So gimme that, little man, I'm bout to pocket it right
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I make this look good, you wasn't rockin it right
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CHORUS
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You the type of cat, wanna marry your lover
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And to the end of earth 4(???), huh, like mario brother
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Better carry your rubber
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Now you done this street, Me I gun this V(???)
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Somethin to see, and man, ain't nothin to me
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Not my man, not my style
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Not my fam, not my pal
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Not my click, not my type
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Hell no we not alike
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You get knocked, you sit in a cell
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Get raped, bitch, and you yell
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Turn homo, kiss and you tell
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Bitch nigga, walk with a switch nigga
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Why you switch nigga?, talk high pitched nigga?
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You know how we get niggas?
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Bla! bla! bla! bla!
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That's how we get niggas
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Big drinkers, me and 6 figures
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Bout to be some real, real real real real real real
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Rich niggas
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Big niggas, talk slick nigga
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Got shit to spit nigga
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CHORUS x2
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Let Me Know
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| Cam`ron |
