[Big L]
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It's Flamboyant y'all
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Yeah, yeah yeah, Corleone y'all
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Me and my man was cruisin through the streets and everything was flowin nice
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The corner's crowded, niggaz must be rollin dice
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I parked the ride so my nigga Iroc can crash the lye spot
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and I'ma gamble until he come back - why not?
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Click-clack, cock the gat back, gotta be strapped
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The game was mad packed, mad cats pockets was fat
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They playin cee-lo, my dick get hard when I see dough
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I bets nothin less than a G yo, you know my steelo
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First I was losin then I started throwin headcrack
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after headcrack, got my bread back, jumped in my red Ac'
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I'm waitin for my nigga to come out of the spot
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I see niggaz startin to plot, and I'm far from my block
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Finally he walked out, told him, "Hop the fuck in"
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On my face he saw the grin and said, "How much did you win?"
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I estimated about, 45 maybe 50 G's
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My man was hungry so I dropped him off at Mickey D's
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Now I'm alone, headin home to rest my dome
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Spotted some niggaz trailin so I picked up the phone
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Called Bones, I said, "Yo son, I'm on the run
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Need your help before I get done
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Meet me downstairs, bring your big gun"
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I don't believe this, this nigga said he can't make it
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cause some bitch is in his house butt-naked
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and then he hung up
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And this supposed to be my man and he don't give a fuck
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That duck sold me out just to get a nut, what?
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I'm cruisin fast and they still behind me
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The same nigga who I won the money from, and his grimy crimey
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It's about to get, real hasty
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Grabbed the steel, took it off safety
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cause I refuse to let these niggaz waste me
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I started to cruise fast, then stopped short and made 'em crash
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And now them fags is all bloody from the shattered glass
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And one of them had passed, when his face smashed the dash
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I was injured too, leakin with a deep gash
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I ain't panicked, I was quite calm
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Couldn't use the right arm, so I grabbed the gat with the left
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Walked up to the car the creep was stuck in the seat
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Looked at him, shook my head then started buckin my heat
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It's over now, cause both of these motherfuckers asleep
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I think I'm dyin, I'm feelin weak out on my feet
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but before I got some medical help, I had to catch a cab first
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to one-forty-first and Bradhurst
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That's where Bones live, walked in the buildin, staggerin
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Lookin tore down, shot his door down and beat his whore down
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From the look in my eye, he knew he would die
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Started to cry, stuck the gat to his head and said, "Why?"
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Then he offered me, all of his cheese
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then dropped to his knees and begged me please not to squeeze
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Then his brains got blast out, he's ass-out, then I dashed out
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into the streets covered with blood, about to pass out
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The hospital's up, a couple of blocks, I'm on my way but
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damn, here comes a couple of cops; I pulled out
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and started blowin they started blowin back I'm goin all out
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I ain't holdin back, I been to jail once and I ain't goin back
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I kept shootin, one shot caught a cop dead in his top
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The other pig ducked behind a big truck
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I was bleedin real bad, and couldn't stop it
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but still had the fifty thou' profit in my pockets
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The coast was clear, so I jetted to a park that was near
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Seen kids playin everywhere then threw the cash in the air
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I watched all of them, run for they share
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and all I can do was stare
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I got weak and fell on my rear
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Now I can hear the sirens, that means here comes the Jakes
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but it's too late, I'm knockin on the pearly gates
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Yeah, casualties of a dice game
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Never gamble with snakes
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Let that be a lesson to ya
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Yeah, it's Corleone y'all
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Yeah, it's Flamboyant y'all
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Big L y'all, Flamboyant baby, yeah
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Big L.. uhh
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Big L.. yeah, it's Flamboyant y'all, yeah
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Casualties of a Dice Game
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| Big L |
