[Intro: Ghostface Killah]
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Yeah, them niggas talking bout ya'll always want some lyrics, right?
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Real lyrics, well here we go, I'm a tell you a little story
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That's right, watch this shit, nigga, here we go, ya'll, your ass
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Yeah, we write for days, hot shit, uh-huh
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Dope, drugs, sex, murder, King James version
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[Ghostface Killah:]
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Aiyo, needle was left hanging, in the arm of a pimp
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He walk with a limp, had bitches on the payroll
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He gave the seeds candy and his family was poor
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Drove a '68 Caddy with the fur on the door
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The other macks ain't have jack on him, not even Goldie
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Slowly, he would rise, kept his runners with the police
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Jim Brown was his man, his brother was Muslim, they tried to convert him
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And turn righteous, but the streets got the good of him
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Big hats with gorgeous stones, honey designed the slacks
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With two attempts on his bottom bitch, her name was Precious
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Silky skin, priceless pussy, she took karate
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Her bubble ass got Pretty Chipp rich
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You can smell her perfume on every street corner
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A sexy muthafucka with the mean face on her
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Precious, sported bulletproof dresses, defending caring sex
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Thirteen smith, this boo that study her lessons
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She was the key to Pretty Chipp riches, bitches is fortune slang
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Control the south side, her name rings
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Lookout for the black cherry pussy extortion
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Any other hoes get pregnant, bet they get an abortion
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Back at the pub, at the Alice spot, bumping the sounds of Curtis
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Playing Live in the jukebox, this broad named Cookie
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In the purse, fifty thou' in cash
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Passed off to Chipp, told him count it fast, another 10 in my bloomers
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Fuck the rumors, it's lies, baby, you my daddy
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Bitches never saw me jumping out of Dirt Dog's cabby
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I'm a loyal bitch, and chicks can't stand me, pimps
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They know I'm I'll, that's why they never put hands on me
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From Fillmore Slim to Goldie, Pretty Toney
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Frank War told me, C.C. get that money
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My potentials, credentials, my mouth stay hot
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Like Chinese mushrooms, wasabi with spicy lentils
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The other day I brought a little gat, where I keep near my lower back
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Cause these niggas don't know how to act
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At the Apollo, Ray Charles told me
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Bitch just get in the car, cause I want you to swallow
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I jumped in, and his bodyguards follow
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He was quick, I spit the nut on his '74 wallos
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He wanted to invite me to Chicago, I said 'nah, daddy'
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He pushed me out and lit up a Marlboro
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(Nah, papi) Cause I'm from New York
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He taught me the talks, he taught me the walk
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Cause I'm Chipp's bitch, we dine and resort
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Only nigga ever taught me, don't put swine on my fork
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[Outro: "Cookie"]
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And that's the truth, rest in peace, papi
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This Cookie, I still got another tall Goose for you daddy
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I'm a stick in the grave for you, baby
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Fuck them other pimps, they ain't got shit on you, daddy
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Pimpin' Chipp
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| Method Man |
