[Verse 1:]
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New york ain't been the same since I paralyzed the city
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(Slow down son, you killin' 'em) courtesy of diddy
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Courtesy of niggas that's packin the mac millies
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And weezy on the island where a day feel like a milli
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And you can just imagine his commissary's like a billi
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Enough to have a skinhead blastin' Public Enemy
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Arm & Hammer mixed with white powder
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Stretch the money long that's why I call it white power
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You see the whips out front they all ours
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Got women in em they wheelin and all wildin
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I rock G arms and so joe smiling
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Seen tmac with dion like he was in coney island
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Madison square is the new fresh fest
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Niggas try to stunt try to terminate the X
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Push me in the corner where I perform the best
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Joe crack move packs that's the key to success (haa)
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[Chorus:]
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Catch me in the streets ain't a damn thing sweet
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It's the belly of the beast ain't nobody safe
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Run up on you with the heat, my baby's gotta eat
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And killas don't sleep
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Nigga show me where the safe
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Trust me you want them problems
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Pull up on you with the treble and bass
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And mop the whole place
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Oh no it ain't safe
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It ain't safe round these parts
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[Verse 2:]
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Way before I sold you an LP
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I was a giant in the hood passin rocks to LT
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I watched fiends get a taste of the sample
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The bass send em straight to Planet Rock, Luther Campbell
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Light em up blow em out like candles
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They scramblin backwards cunningham randall
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I flipped the pie to an enterprise
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So you stompers were hittin zippers so you could stash the dope inside
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Five sixty my niggas yeah I did that
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And never ever show a bitch where your crib's at
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The next day we at your door, "where your kids at? "
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And if they don't out the raw, nigga click clack
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And this is so darkside
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I swear a nigga get way more hate than apartheid
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Just give me death row we can part ties
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Apocalypto flow pull your heart live
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[Chorus:]
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Catch me in the streets ain't a damn thing sweet
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It's the belly of the beast ain't nobody safe
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Run up on you with the heat, my baby's gotta eat
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And killas don't sleep
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Nigga show me where the safe
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Trust me you want them problems
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Pull up on you with the treble and bass
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And mop the whole place
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Oh no it ain't safe
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It ain't safe round these parts
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No Problems
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| Fat Joe |
