NORE:
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A yo hash, no more aguardiente
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We drank that shit a month ago, i'm still drunk
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You know what I mean? Slow down on the Goose and all that
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I be seeing your stashes of Henny in the studio
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Strickly, Tiger Bone, GuGod, Ebonte (Tong Ren Tang)
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And tell them dude's we don't smoke dutches
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We philly blunt nigga's
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Whiteout's as far as we go
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We stick to what we know!
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A yo, I came into this game like a fucking tornado
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Jose Luis Gotcha
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Phillies, rolled proppa
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A ran with Big Pun
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And smoked blunts with Big Poppa
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I'm spanish and i'm black
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I don't rep one way
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Give you the gun face
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Bullets in your nostrils
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Apostles
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Bow down papi, like a prophet
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The hammer's, like a part of my wardrobe
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I rock it
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Spacely, galaxy, thugs on a salary
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Minority
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Majority of yall, hustle characterly
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I'm forced to fall back,
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They tell me, dun kido
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Never, never dreamed about the rap shit
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I dreamed about a kilo
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I want to be the dude
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With the suit in "Casino"
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Mafia dreams I dreamed that
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And it seemed that
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It wasn't really far from hand reach
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I mean that
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Penno greasy yo, santa margarita boring
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The cup spill all over the floor
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Just like a windmill
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So we can kick the shit like soccer
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I'm a Hip Hoppa
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Never tried to front like a rocker
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And you ain't got no wins in me qasa
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Callete pasa
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You're not even in me classa
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This is monsters vs aliens
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But we ain't animated
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After my attribute
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I bet we have them aggravated
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Want us assasinated
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But to bad we made it
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We make our records from the hood
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And they forced to play it
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Skinny jeans, don't do that
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It sorta make me erl
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Because these dudes got on pants
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That's tighter than they girl
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I'm from the era of the camouflaged
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My whole entourage
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We get you sabatouged
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My hood, the white gurod
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Get you washed up
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Like a laundromat
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My niggas drink cognac
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And do drive bys in pontiacs
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Niggas got shot on my side
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A certain way
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They better act on it
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Or i'll black on it
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Wild like a cavemen
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Savage or neantherthal
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Animal ballistic
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Get you clapped with the gold biscuit
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I'm like esa
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Make's alot and smokes reefer
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Hella salashy shit
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Omar khadafi swift
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Farrakhan calling my horn
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He heard my army get
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Work thrown solid
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Fiends still sniff the raw
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Up north niggas coming home
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On there work release
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Not knowing now
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That the younger niggas now run these streets
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Hook:
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A yo, the streets got a new face
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They got botox
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They got a facelift
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Even your block
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Ain't nothing real
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Or even feel like it used too
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Niggas coming home from they bids
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And the juice crew
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The streets done change
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and I respect the changes
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One thing that'll never change
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The streets are still dangerous
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Yea, and especially when you're famous
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Plus you have these niggas running around
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Straight brainless
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A yo, the streets got a new face
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They got botox
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They got a facelift
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Even your block
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Ain't nothing real
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Or even feel like it used too
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Niggas coming home from they bids
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from the juice crew
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The streets done change
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and I respect the changes
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One thing that never change's
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The streets are still dangerous
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and especially when you're famous
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Plus you got these niggas running around
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Straight brainless
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The Streets Got A New Face
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Capone -N- Noreaga |