[1st Verse]
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New York
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Yeah we G'ed up
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Act up
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Clap the back of your knees up
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Packin' the Mack in the back of the Beemer
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Taxin' your cash and you asking to ease up
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I want to rock now
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Comply or get shot down
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I know
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You goin hire some cops now
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Coca
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Sun down to sun up
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Kily Cartel use to be a runner
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D Boy
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Stamp bricks with smiley faces
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Show you how to turn that powder to a hundred acres
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Let's get it
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Thank god for making crack raw
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Now how you want it
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The window or the chainsaw
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Crack
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Yeah I'm nice with the knife game
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Ice pick change your life with one strife man
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Too much rappin and we don't rat
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We do it for them trap stars serving them packs
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And e'er nigga know from way back to Houston
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Joes a go when push comes to shootin'
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The four four will loose more then just a tooth man
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A hundred shots will rip your top like where the fuck the roof went
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[Chorus]
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I think he said something
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Bring 'em back to me
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I let the chopper groove
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And let the Mack boogie
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You better think about it
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Boy you better think about it
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You better think about
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Boy you better think about it
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I got no papers on all them guns
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So when I pull 'em out your ass best run
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Crack
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You better think about
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Boy you better think about it
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You better think about
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Boy you better think about it
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[2nd Verse]
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This ain't for the niggaz hob nobbing in closets
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This is for them niggaz that suppling their projects
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Man catch beef say my nigga I got this
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Right in broad day twist a nigga then pop shit
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I ain't playin'
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I got big guns
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My niggaz barely speak English
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They'll lift son
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The strip is mine
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Naw, you ain't eatin' here
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I run this shit
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At least in some recent years
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And y'all know who rep the streets most
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Terror squad we put the E in East coast
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So be easy like T I said
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Or them things ull pop up like a Chia pet
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Or Chi Ali or any given clapper
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Exorcist style get your shit spun backwards
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Them pistols ull go your brain go's splatter
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A minute ago you said you'd get at us
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Now why you have to go talk like that
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Get ya body outlined with the chalk like that
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I guess he must a thought I'd a fought them cats
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The oldest rule in the books
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you should have brought them gats
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[Chorus]
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Think About It
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| Fat Joe |
