We bigger than the Jews..
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bigger than the Irish..
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you can run the whole fuckin country!
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YOU could be the next John D. Rockerfeller
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"Nobody noticed us, nobody gave a shit..
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but the bigger we get,
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the more we're TAKING from other people.."
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[Nas]
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Yo, in a mahogany, black scenery
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that was lightning and rain drops
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I'm tied up in the basement cocaine spot like Bangkok
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I'm blindfold, Vietnam type mind control this torture
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His accent sounds like the rarest culture
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Askin me, my atrophy stabbin me gradually
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Says his attribute, was satanic, masonic, ironic
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I felt reminded of my fast life ventures
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and winters, blinded til the flashlight enters
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[AZ]
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Yo Dunm, before the sun set
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Call connect get all the tech's
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I'm vexed, this nigga stall for sex
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Lost respect, let's off his neck
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My calibre, got me thinkin on a higher algebra
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See me I'm just as foul as ya
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but you ain't got no style in ya
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I'm into bigger cheddar, G's and better, Armarett-ah's
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Armani sweaters, plus these crabs could never dead us
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Chorus: AZ (repeat 2X)
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Mo money, mo murder, mo homicide
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You catch that body nigga, better have that alibi
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You never know it might just be yo' time you take yo' ride
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to them pearly white gates, (now) watch that suicide
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[AZ]
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Now government official
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Got you sippin Cristal in crystal
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You fish you foul so you fell and took your fam witchu
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I'm out to get you, guaranteed every shell'll hit you
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Plus I'm on some shit too
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Layin down whose-ever witchu
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Mafioso, the New York City 90's era Sosa
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AZ, you know my culture
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Now my wolves is out to ghost ya
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[Nas]
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Scent of a rose on the graveyard for real now
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The stakes is up a half a mil now
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I tried to grab him with his shield down
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Four walked in, they're crazy paid up
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Sharp but straight up
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Gators from Barbados, never seen nobody play those
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Lay-Low's what they called him, his head baldin
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Sippin cappucino, spilled on his silk suits, was scaldin
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Laugh was vulgar, canvas paintings of the Isatollah
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And on his arm he wore a priceless vulture
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Tobacco pipe smoker, Escobar your life is over
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Justify the righteous nova
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Bullets flew out his right shoulder
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Corpse leavin a foul odor, The Firm Volume 1 adjourned
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Bring it to a closure
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Chorus
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[Nas]
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So now you're rollin wit us,
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like co-defendents, no phony business
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So know the difference - from supreme solo
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it's the styles ancient as Moses scriptures
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It's Latin Kings, Black Kufis, and White Jesters
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amongst us
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Crime invades the minds of youngsters
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Where it's pitch black they can't see you
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Godfather 3, fallin for dead, in a cathedral
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[AZ]
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Now you're forced to listen
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I got the mind of a grad from Princeton
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Play your position, or soon you'll be lost and missin
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It's far from fiction
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My presence is like that of a christian
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With ammunition puttin states under submission
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Street addiction, got me tied in thorough with buroughs
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Still in the ghetto, but in the cut where it's mellow
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Incognito, on the lee-low, like Carlito
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Cause we know, niggaz don't really want us to see doe
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You never know it might just be yo' time you take yo' ride
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to them pearly white gates, watch that suicide
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Chorus 2X
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[Nas]
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Homicide, mo homicide
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Mo suicide, mo homicide..
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{*music fades*}
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{*untitled 1:18 length song starts*}
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Born alone, die alone.. {repeat 4X}
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[AZ]
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All alone in this wilderness
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Who can figure life as ill as this?
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My vision's blurred from guerilla's mist
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Gun sprays, trey's left a portion of my crew in graves
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Niggaz that would screw in ways unknown to these dudes today
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Intelligence, kept us all away from state evidence
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cause it's evident, this world is controlled on dead presidents
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Never hesitant, I'm soulless, filled with coldness
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Born to uphold this til I'm left dead from oldness
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Born alone, die alone.. {repeat 6X to fade}
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Mo Money, Mo Murder, Mo Homicide (featuring Nas)
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AZ |