(feat. Jadakiss)
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You know, situation like this
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Sometimes you know you gotta give back to the community
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Gotta show these motherfuckers how to wipe them thangs off y'know?
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Teach 'em a little somethin
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[Havoc]
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Pick you up, off your feet like a forklift, but instead it's the four-fifth
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Ragu red, your brain leakin them sauces
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Like an, autopsy leavin 'em nauseous, when I aim at your bosses
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Put a pep in that bop that you walk with
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When my tec spittin at reinforcements
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I could never be a victim, but the streets I endorsed it
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Spittin that real, y'all cowards just cough it
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Like fluids in my lungs, motherfucker I'm more sick
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You turn them hoes off, I put 'em on so they on this
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You talk game grammar school, mines metamorphic
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Dem fools ain't killin nuttin in the club, they all bent
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My intent is to sober that ass up, leave 'em all drenched
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See what a few cups of liquor can offset
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Got a little paper, I ain't stressin, they all press
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Ain't sellin records, they come at me for more press
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When they realize it's real them dudes out coppin more vests
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Better learn how to
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[Chorus: repeat 2X]
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Wipe, them guns off, get that money money
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Wipe, a nigga smile, off ain't nuttin funny
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Show, you motherfuckers, just how hungry you
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get, when your feet are touchin (kid a nigga hungry / yeah, he one of ours) *
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[* changes each repeat]
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[Prodigy]
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P gunna, shots stay a come up
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out them hammers at light speed, make it a hot summer
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in New York, New York - a.k.a. Ground Zero
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The Big Apple, with the worms in the middle (eww)
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The White Castle, the Empire State
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The home of that Time Magazine new face
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Metropolis of the world, I'll show you where I come from
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by how the cash stack, and how I make a gun bust
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But look past that, and listen how a killer be
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Imagine the concert, they dancin on they seats
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Shorty mad gettin stained, she damn near about to faint
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She never saw a grimy dirty nigga like, P
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With mad diamonds in his chain, she tryin hard not to blink
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Don't wanna miss a thing, the song that we sing
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Mad diamonds in his chain, she tryin hard not to blink
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Don't wanna miss a thing, the song that we sing
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BANG!
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[Chorus]
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[Jadakiss]
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My niggaz they can't stop us
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Ev'rysince we got our hands on the AR's, the S, and the fresh choppers
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All of them is filled to the top with the vest poppers
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We can get it on with America's Best Coppers
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Soon as the lead pop you, whoever don't make it
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to the funeral or wake can catch you on Ted Koppel
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I'm a rare thumper, you just a gay nigga
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with a rainbow sticker on your rear bumper
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They say life is short, death is longer
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That makes it even harder to express my hunger
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And I don't wanna polly y'all, I'm a zone of my own
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Sorta like Tom Hanks talkin to that volleyball
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A "Cast Away," I'll blast away
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Fuck if you broke tomorrow, get cash today
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And even though it's hard, niggaz is on they job
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It's the Ryders and the Mobb, before my niggaz starve we'll
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[Chorus]
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One Of Ours Part II featuring Jadakiss
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| Mobb Deep |
