(feat. Mo' Money)
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[HOOK x2]
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THEM NIGGAZ ACTORS (ACTORS)
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THEY DESERVE OSCARS (OSCARS)
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WE PULL CHOPPERS (CHOPPERS)
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TO WAR WITH THE COPPERS (COPPERS)
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DOG...THEM NIGGAZ LIVING A LIE, LIE, LIE, LIE
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DIPSET STAY FLY.....AND? AND?!?!?!?!
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[Verse 1: Cam'Ron]
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Killa!
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Let's get the riot on, acting like I'm lying huh?
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Five years probation, possesion of a firearm (that's New York)
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Did the county, bologna like it was "Ground Round" (that's Texas)
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Zeke ran an ecstacy ring, he on the countdown (North Carolina)
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Seran down the V, coke in the whip...he bought the Chaper (Chicago)
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Notorious secrets? Nah with secret indictments
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Jim indicted but Kelina from P.C could fight it (uptown Rucker)
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Up in the peach, yeah the weed atleast he could light it (then what?)
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THEN ZEKE SHOT (SHOT), THEN E KILLED (DAMN), THEN B POPPED (DAMN), THEN ME ROCKED (WHAT?)
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Yeah, but we shooting back I'm pulling out the 4-5th
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If I ain't get 'em yet, believe they name is on the short list
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Yeah, nigga's nauseous, I'll show you just what nauseous is
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We surround fortresses, studios and offices
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You should be cautious kiiiiid....
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'fore the boss of this off ya lid, R.I.P. right where the portrait is
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[HOOK]
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[Verse 2: Cam'Ron]
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DADADOOOO!....that means drop it and run it
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no fronting cause the coppers is coming.....like
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DADADOOOO!...that's when we popping some bottles
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with some models on our hip is some hollows (DIPSET!)
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Before they shot they had to violate me (pffft)
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Back in New York, my P.O gon' violate me (WHAT?)
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Said "why you acting purish Nixon?", she said "you had no permission"
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To go to D.C...you know that's out the juristiction (on my business!)
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Ma I gotta eat...I don't know your religion
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I got child support, I can't adore the bitching (I can't take it)
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Plus some cousins in college, add on more tuition (education)
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Said she got me on tape, flipping a quarter chicken (not me!)
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Nah...that Persian white, murder type fur was right (about $20,000)
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Huh, you heard the price, on my neck....hurds of ice!
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Vertebrae snapped, gats...huh, I swerve 'em right
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DIPSET! Bitch yes, peep our urban life
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Like lighting herb tonight, cops come adjourn the site
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They leave...U-turn...customers we serve 'em right!
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So what ya life like?
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Mine.....type nice like come off the white ice,
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you...bum ass night fights! KILLA!
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[HOOK]
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[Verse 3: Cam'Ron]
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Ayo I'm proving this, you losing this, there's nothing you could do with this
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I'm disturbing the peace, right?....just call me Ludacris (Luda!)
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I don't care who exist, the Exorcist moving bricks
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Screw a chick....go outside and give the coupe a kiss!
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Can't pop fly, I get my socks tied
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I'm being watched by...News 1, Fox 5
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CNN, NBC, CBS....creep in my home
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Magazines, paparazzi....please leave me alone
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Yeah I VV'd the stones, dog I'm into cake
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I sell records but my real job...interstates ("I" WHATEVER!)
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I been an ape, diamonds in the dinner plate
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I'm a winner, fish in my crib....I got a winter lake!
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And the fountain right, nope I won't pronounce the price (nope!)
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But I'll be bouncing right near you on a mountain bike! (a hood near you)
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That's where I hound ya wife, she see the four pounds of ice
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But the four pounder right...BANG that's the sound of life!
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KILLA!
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[HOOK]
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THEY LYING DOG! All my nigga's locked up....
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Zeke on the countdown...Sheek come home tomorrow..
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My Uncle Ted, he doing 10.....Uncle Stevie doing another 12....
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he shot police on 125th on the Westside..
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WHAT UP ALI!....Tiny Bum...he coming home, he in the feds....
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Doe Stack doing 2 in the feds..
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just did 3 house arrest...
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When Black came out, after he did his year...
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Mel Murder did his year...
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SNAGZ! HE COMING HOME!
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Living A Lie
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Cam'ron |