[Big L]
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I got some new shit for y'all to play to, ya know?
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[Bobbito]
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Okay good Big L!
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[Stretch]
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Tell me if this was suffice, or if it's somethin mayo .. outta here
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[Bobbito]
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This is the frosted flakes right here
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[Stretch]
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This is the Lord Finesse beat
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[Bobbito]
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Yeah yeah
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[Big L]
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Aight, i guess... it will work, it will work
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[Stretch]
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You can get jiggy with that?
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[Big L]
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Yeah, yeah let me see, check it out
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[Bobbito]
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You can ball with this
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[Big L]
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One-two, one-two
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Kinda tired..
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Big L, 'bout ta.. get into some shit
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Aight check it out
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Yo, fuck all the glamours and glitz, I plan to get rich
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I'm from New York and never was a fan of the Knicks
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And I'm all about expandin my chips
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You mad cause I was in the van with your bitch
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with both hands on her tits
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Corleone hold the throne, that you know in your heart
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I got style, plus the way that I be flowin is sharp
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A while back I used to hustle, sellin blow in the park
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Countin G stacks and rockin ice that glow in the dark
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Forever - hottie huntin, trigger temper I'm quick to body somethin
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You lookin at me like I'm probably frontin
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I fuck around and throw, three in your chest and flee to my rest
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I'm, older and smarter this is me at my best
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I stopped hangin around y'all, cause niggaz like you
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be prayin on my downfall, hopin I flop
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Hopin I stop, you probably even hope I get locked
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or be on the street corner with a pipe, smokin the rock
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I got more riches than you, fuck more bitches than you
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Only thing I haven't got is more, stitches than you
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Fuckin punk, you ain't a +Leader+ what? Nobody +Follow-ed+ you
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You was never shit, your mother shoulda swallowed you
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(Mmmm.. WHOO!) You on some tagalong flunkie yes man shit
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Do me a favor, please get off the next man dick
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And if you think I can't fuck with whoever, put your money up
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Put your jewels up, no fuck it put your honey up
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Put your raggedy house up nigga, or shut your mouth up
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before I buck lead, and make a lot of blood shed
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Turn your tux red, I'm far from broke, got enough bread
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And mad hoes, ask Beavis I get nuttin Butt-head
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[laughter] My game is, vicious and cool
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Fuckin chicks is a rule
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If my girl think I'm loyal then that bitch is a fool
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How come, you can listen to my first album
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and tell where a lot of niggaz got they whole style from?
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(YEAH!) So what you actin for?
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You ain't half as raw, you need to practice more
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Somebody tell this nigga sum'un, 'fore I crack his jaw
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You runnin with boys, I'm runnin with men
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I'ma be rippin the mics until I'm a hundred and ten
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Have y'all niggaz like, "Damnit this nigga done done it again"
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I throw slugs at idi-ots, no love for city cops
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I sport a pretty watch, eight-hundred and fifty rocks
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I'm makin wonderful figures
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I don't fuck with none of you niggaz
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I might pull out this gun on your niggaz
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and rob every last one of you niggaz
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[Bobbito] YEAHHH! (What?)
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[Big L] I'm TIRED
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[Bobbito] For somebody tired, that wasn't, that wasn't too bad!
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[Bobbito]
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You wrote... yeah... you where.. you where thinkin' bout somebody when you
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wrote that right?
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[Big L]
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Nah, all my shit like that, 'cause latley niggaz been battlin' on the block
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latley
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[Bobbito]
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I could tell you wrote that ready for somebody
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[Big L]
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Yeah, yeah niggaz been up on some... (sharpened up the swords)
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[Bobbito]
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You sharpened the pencils for that one
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[Big L]
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Aight let me kick some more shit
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Aight, let me kick some more shit, one more time
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[Bobbito:] Yeah-yeah... Spit, some more
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Aight, check it out, yeah, check it out [Bobbito:] Big L
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Yeah, check it out, yeah, check it out [Bobbito:] Yeah
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Uhh, check it out, aight, check it out [Bobbito:] Woo- Woooo!
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Aight, we gone hit it like this, check it out
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Yo check it, yo my shit is hot like jerk chicken, I should rob you
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But with that cheap shit, you ain't worth stickin'
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I've got a left hook, that be leavin' guys knocked out
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Keep frontin', and I'm a choke you till your eyes pop out
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I was taught that if a nigga swing, swing right back
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| Battle Corleone, why do a stupid that lik |
