[Havoc]
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In broad daylight get right..
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Just been through it all man
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Blood sweat and tears
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Niggaz is dead and shit [music fades in]
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What the fuck else can happen yo?
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I dont think much more son, word to mother yo
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We done seen it all, and been through it all yo
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Let y'all niggaz know right now
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Word to mother, for real, for real
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[Lil' Kim]
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Queen Bee baby
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[Havoc]
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That shit is the truth
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[Lil' Kim]
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Lil' Kim, B.I.G.
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[Havoc]
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I'm not lyin..
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Yo.. [echoes]
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Blowin niggaz wit rusty ass German things
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Keepin it thorough is our motherfuckin claim to fame
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Throw on your wetsuit, when it rains, it pours and all
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Hit em with the four
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Don't even know him from a hole in the wall
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Get at me, niggaz wanna clap me, snitches wanna rat me?
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Put it right where they back be
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Keep my Dunns close to me, enemies even closer
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Sendin kites with the Motorolas, yo
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Give 'em the cold shoulder with a hollow-tip to match
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Bad apple outta the batch, obsessed with gats
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Since a little dude, eatin niggaz food, buck-fifty's
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Niggaz can kill me but they comin wit me
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How about that, send the Queen Bee to attack
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Only a fly bitch like that can leave em and laugh
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Rock em to sleep, make em think the drama is dead
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Yo I smile up in your face though I'm plottin instead
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[Lil' Kim]
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Uhh, uhh
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[Chorus: Lil' Kim (repeat 2X)]
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Yo it's the real shit, shit to make you feel shit
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Thump em in the club shit
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Have you wildin out when you bump this (hip-hop [echoes])
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Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
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Have a nigga OD cause it's never enough
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[Lil' Kim]
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"Hot damn hoe, here we go again"
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(Lyte as a Rock) bitch, hard as a cock bitch
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This shit knock for blocks through hardtops
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in the parkin lots, where my nigga Rock like to spark-a-lot
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My Brook-lyn style speak for itself
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Like a wrestler, another notch under my belt
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The embezzler, chrome treasurer
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The U-N-O competitor, I'm ten steps ahead of ya
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I'm a leader, y'all on some followin shit
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Comin in this game on some modelin shit
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Bitches suck cock just to get to the top
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I put a hundred percent, in every line I drop
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It's the Q to the B, with the M-O, B-B
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Queensbridge Brooklyn and we're D-double-E-P
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What? Y'all wish I lived the life I live
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Aiyyo Prodigy, tell em what this is Dunn
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Uhh, uhh
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[Chorus]
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[Prodigy]
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Yo, I could never get enough of it, yo that's my shit
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I need that shit, to boost my adrenaline
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Yo rock that shit, that real life shit
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Makes bitches wanna thug it, makes the projects love it
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We come through like, "Fuck it"
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Y'all want problems, persue it, let's do it
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Infamous Mobb bosses, check out the portrait
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at the round table, my Dunn speakin with his Twin ghost
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It's gangsta how we rock, while you watch
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Attracted to our style, this is how we get down
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wit big jewelry and big guns
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We get busy, it get grizzly, beat niggaz bloody
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Twist niggaz frontin, get to runnin
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'fore the mens get to dumpin, the fans get to thumpin
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M-O-B-B, got the whole spot jumpin
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When my niggaz step in the place
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Damn, you gotta luv it
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[Chorus]
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[Lil' Kim]
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It's the real
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Hah, it's the real baby, hip-hop hip-hop hip-hop..
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Quiet Storm (Remix)
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| Mobb Deep |
