"Just Blaze!"
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[Ghostface Killah]
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Godzilla bankroll, stones from Sierra Leone
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Yo I ain't got it all, that means I barely home
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Trailblazer stay ballin, revenge is my arts
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Is crafty darts, while y'all stuck on Laffy Taffy
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Wonderin' how did y'all niggaz get past me
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I been doin this before Nas dropped the Nasty
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My wallos I did 'em up, them bricks I send 'em up
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My raps y'all bit 'em up, for that now stick 'em up
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Ten Four good buddy Tone got is money up
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Worth millions still back your bitch lookin bummy what
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Ya'll staring at the angel of death
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Liar liar pants on fire You burning up like David Koresh
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This is architect music, verbal street opera
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pop a 'tec man fully got the projects booming indeed
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I ran through the tunnel, Terrorize speed
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That's when I was still in the jungle slangin that D
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[bell rings]
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[Ghostface Killah]
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I'mma go hard on ya'll niggas
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Dart ya'll niggas out, dropping science
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To let ya'll know what the kid about
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I hang like the disco ball, on the floor
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I'm like John Travolta, suade blazing with my chest showing
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Rings and them hard jeans, please, I'm comfy in the spot
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So I'm never handcuffing my queen
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It's a Theodore movement, glock holding kids
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With the chocolate boomers, aiyo fuck those rumors
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Leave your chick around me, I'll get those bloomers
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Bang that like Desi Arness, with the cowskin cougars
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Keep staring down the eyes of the champ, anywhere in this rap shit
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Punk muthafucka, I get you blamped, word life, my throat is high
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See RiggaTone with the velvet mask on
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Cleaning his glass arm...
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[bell rings]
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[Ghostface Killah]
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Who want to battle the Don?
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I'm James Bond in the Octagon with two razors
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Bet cha'all didn't know I had a fake arm
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I lost it, wild and raw before rap, I was gettin' it on
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Took a fat nigga out in like 40secs
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My gun get hard wit a 45 still erects and eagle on
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Kangol hat slanted coconut bounce to Morocco
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Guerilla medallions like Flavor Flav clock yo
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Niggaz want me dead but they scared to step to me
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Rip they guts out like a hysterectomy
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When beef collide look on the flip by the penitentiary kite
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Or get you bumped off from the inside
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Jaws is hanging
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Frauds is leftin they draws on the floor complaining
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Bird ass nigga resemble Keenon Ivory Wayans
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Stay in your place dirt born rappers get Shadow box for training
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Ya'll still eatin bacon
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[bell rings]
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[Interlude: Ghostface Killah]
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Yeah nigga, that's right
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You know you messing with a dart master right now, yo
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[Ghostface Killah]
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Yo, I've done walked on fire (fire), never got burnt (burnt)
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Slept on glass (glass), never got cut (cut)
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And broke a few nose bones, yo, light off a round or two
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At certain dudes where they dropped they phones
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Yo this straight crack (yeah), even my hand got tooken to jail
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For writing murder, my wrist couldn't take it in bail
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They left my fingers for dead, told 'em
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"I ain't have nothing to do with the writing"
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I hold you down when you be squeezing that lead
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Shopping sprees, with my mans on the corner watch D's
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Rolling in threes, in them purple capri's'
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A gritty bop, my watch is bigger, wallo's with the gold tassels
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Your old slave, with Starkey Love on the shackle
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And I stay fly underwater, my toes is iced out
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Poofed the nails off, ya faggots can figure the price out
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It's chump change, ya'll bitch niggas go get my coco
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Get my slippers, before I go gun ho!
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[bell rings]
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[Ghostface Killah]
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I like the deuce of diamonds cutting spades on a glass table
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Half a mil on my left ankle
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Terry cloth Guess shorts robes is comfortable
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Bring me a nice bitch that means I'll fuck with you
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My swagger is Mick Jagger, 'stones' is 'rolling'
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Prestige is cut to it tea spark when weed went up
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The Cocoa leaf is slightly damp
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Sprouting in the backyard next to Gran duke tomato plants
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And jets get charted marquee shit with the cars on it
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They head and they earl to the toilet and vomit
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Back East summer MC king since Cuban
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Pretty Tone Iron Man and Bulletproof and Supreme
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Cuffi on, double deuce in the jeans
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