[Big L]
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Yeah, yeah
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Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah yeah-yeah
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UHH! This goes out to all the wolves (*ARF ARF AROOOO*)
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Hah, in the streets and in jail
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Yeah, yo it's your man Big L
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One-three-nine, Danger Zone
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I got my man Tommy Gibbs and Corleone with me
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Check it out, uhh - bust it
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Aiyyo I just left the studio, and it's about two in the morn'
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Just finished doin a song
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Now I'm ready for sleep
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but first I want spaghetti to eat
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and it's a good Italian restaurant right up the street
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So I jumped in the Jeep, stash the heat under the seat
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Then I got a beep; my voice is hoarse, barely can speak
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I called back on the cell - it's Corle', mad as hell
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Told me to listen well as he started to yell
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"I just seen Mike and Ben with your wife and a friend
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and they just got a room at the Holiday Inn"
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"It's my wife, you sure?" "Yeah I'm sure
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I saw the whore soon as she walked through the door"
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"Say no more, which one?"
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"The one in Jersey son, right over the bridge"
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"We goin' hurt those hoes" "AND hurt both of them kids"
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Now I'm in the Range
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Switchin lanes, doin a buck 'n change
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I can't wait to buck them lames and them fuckin dames
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I reach the destination
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Grab the heat without no hesitation
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These niggaz fuckin up my reputation
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I saw Coleone holdin the chrome
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Ice-grill, lookin like he had a license to kill
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and he had somebody else with 'em playin the cup
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Lookin like he can't wait to start sprayin shit up
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"Yo, who that in the background?" "It's Tommy Gibbs"
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"Oh, I didn't recognize you with your hat down
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Son you ready? We got this whole shit mapped out
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I hope you ain't scared, it's no time to back out
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We gon' take the backroute
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pull the gats out, throw the mask on
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We ain't leavin til everyone's dead, and all the cash gone
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We gon' get our laugh on when we through
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but right now we got a job to do" "So let's do it!"
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I stepped to the deskclerk
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Put the gat to her dress-shirt
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Told her listen up before she get hurt
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"They just walked in, party of four, two chicks, two males
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What room they got?" She paused and said "212"
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I took the steps now I'm out of breath; I gotta stop smokin
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Them cigarettes gon' be the cause of my death
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My heart beatin fast now, cause it's about to pop off
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Saw the door, let the glock off, tore the lock off
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Took a deep breath, then ran inside at a quick pace
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I felt disgraced, I shoulda shot that bitch in the face
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Then my other two niggaz ran in, each had a cannon
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Ready to take care what we been plannin
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These two crab cats, we know they hustle upstate
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We know they got stacks
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cause they don't fuck with nothin but weight
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We got the cuffs and the duct tape and put it to use
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Then told 'em when this is over we'll be lettin 'em loose
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And then I kicked Mike in his face to watch his head jerk back
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"You wanna live then tell my nigga where you stash the work at"
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He gave me the address then I ran outside
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but first I took the keys to his van outside
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And when I got there, I found 50 ki's in a stash
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a hundred pounds of grass, and two million in cash
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I was dumb glad, the shit didn't fit in one bag
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So I got three, filled 'em all up to the teeth
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Then put the bags in the van, then I locked the truck
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When I got back, Corle' done popped them punks
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"Aiyyo fuck it L, we might as well pop these studs"
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Now that's four bodies
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Two outta-towners and two hotties
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And after that we ain't sleep for three days
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We hit the PJ's, split the money threeways
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Now we all laughin hard, gettin nice and weeded
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Celebratin nigga, heist completed
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The Heist Revisited
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| Big L |
