[Verse 1]
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Been had to get for get, lived in the sickest pad
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Slept with mice and roaches, woke up pissed up slab
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School of the hard knocks, I on the vicious Ave
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Jim chase Mark Chan, we beat a bitches ass
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Ask me who you loving, Cam you been bugging
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Must have lost your mind; you fought Lucien's cousin
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And St. Mark's, yeah big LE watch
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my nigga red squashed it, forget that topic
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40th, down the block danger zone
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up the ave forty wall, hope yall niggas bring you chrome
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what you saying homes, cops they raiding homes
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activator juice, yes to spray your dome
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from a tiny dude, developed grimey dude
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stuck delivery, took all his Chinese food
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I'm so good but bad, I'm so kind but rude
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Americas most wanted, should have signed a Q
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Plus its savage, cop car crash your door
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Further more heard the boy em at the sack amore
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Boy yes, over seas more sex
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4 jets, corvettes, and I aint done a tour yet
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Cuz I'm moving bricks, yes they serve in fours
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Signing off dipset boss, truly yours
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[Chorus]
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We gon make it make it, we gon make it yall
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We gon make it make it, we gon take it yall
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We gon get it get it, money we gon get it get it
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We gon get it get it, money we gon get it get it
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We gon make it make it, we gon make it yall
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We gon make it make it, we gon take it yall
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We gon get it get it, we gon get it get it
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We gon get it get it, we gon get it get it
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[Verse 2]
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My cerebral stress, eagle let it rest
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Feel it in the air yeah, siegel said it best
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It's a legal mess, needles need to death
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Blame the government, until then I need to chef
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Turn right, lead left, street games scrams
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Call the cops oc, like we need a ref
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You cant cheat a chef, I can see your chest
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No heart, cherish your oxygen, breath your breaths
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He need a rest, how he gon be the best
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Like I guess a couple slugs he need to catch
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See the sketch, you lassie
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The gun is Frisbee proceed to fetch
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Side up the hoopty, spray up the sentra
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It be sixty years before I'm layed up in benter
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Sprayed up her denture, your girl
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Then I layed her placenta, blew hazed in her rental
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Some days in December, some days I remember
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A boy sugar ray want to play the contender
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Just say I got a temper
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And my temperature is off the thermometer
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Korean New Year to Hanukah I'm bombing ya
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Put you to sleep for good pajama ya
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Wrangle you in ya he man pajama's
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Wrap you up in your pac man sheets
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[Chorus]
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Get It Get It
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| Cam'ron |
