[Intro: Prodigy]
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Ha-ha, uh man, y'all runnin' out of steam already?
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That's all y'all got man?, c'mon man
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We got the illest combination of this right here man
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That's all you got man? C'mon man
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You gotta be kiddin' me man
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[Verse One: Prodigy]
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It is all so simple just add it all up
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My mail box is on fire, 'cause my checks don't stop
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Pockets full of chunky black, can't fuck with these crop
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That these niggaz be smokin', straight out the yard
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Might catch me in a burgundy chair, my shirt blockin'
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Fresh with my bandanna and Timbs, we outta there
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Pushin' to the limit like Montana did
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Army bags full of money, bullet proof this
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And that too, put some in the roof
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Niggaz be shootin' from windows, we untouchable
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Yea we is rich thugs, that shoot up clubs
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Make albums that click more than little drugs
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Infamous, 'cause, or if you a blood
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You goin' need that bandanna for your head, you go at us
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No shit our songs bump, and girls show us love
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'Cause they know who big, y'all got love then
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[Chorus: Prodigy & (Havoc)]
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I gotta have the big chain, or the watch yo
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(That's how +Gangstas Roll+)
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I need me a big phatty, straight video hoe
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(That's how +Gangstas Roll+)
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Back sit at the black truck, with the black rims yo
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(That's how +Gangstas Roll+)
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In the club with my gat, what?, we got this shit sold
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(That's how +Gangstas Roll+)
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[Verse Two: Havoc]
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Yo you ain't clappin' nuttin', splashin' nuttin', lettin' nuttin' die
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Real niggaz never advertise, what the fuck is on they mind?
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The real never stop until they get at, bringin' shit to where yo live it
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Tell whoever the other drama with, on the floor dyin'
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Out of there before the siren, bounce, dismantle your iron
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Lost count how many times, I had these bitch niggaz flyin'
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Give a fuck, shoot his ass, for the littlest thing
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The principal, minuscule, my gun is still ring
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You ain't flippin' nuttin', makin' cheddar, y'all niggaz broke
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Broke guns, broke dunns, y'all got jokes
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Yea I'ma hammer like a fiend, when he need it, let it smoke
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When you bitches act up, it relax even more
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Pretty sure niggaz know they don't ? don't put 'em all
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When they finally figure it out, his slow ass gone
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Yea you runnin' with 'em, dime with 'em, try to switch teams
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And get your motha'fuckin' head blown off clean
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[Chorus: Prodigy & (Havoc)]
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[Interlude: Prodigy] X2
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Yea, Infamous nigga, we all up in these set
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The girls comin' with us, your money is a bet
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We gon' take all y'all money and smoke with the clique
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Ga'head and think funny, and we shootin' for you head
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[Chorus: Prodigy & (Havoc)]
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Gangstaz Roll
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| Mobb Deep |
