[Sheek: ad libbing]
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[Sheek]
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Now you can quote me on this
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I bust my gun
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Also quote me on this
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I handle my biz
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I knew it was my house when Run was sayin it was his
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I ain't lyin
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Ain't no cords or no steam in this iron
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But it is a permanent press
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Have these 38 shells spray starch your chest
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Leave you stiff
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Coroners make ashes of you
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In rap I'm like God nigga forever above you
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If I don't do it all I just dial my phone
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And you get sprayed through your clothes like you put on cologne
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If it's not violence or drugs I have nothing to spit
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I be lyin if I talk some spiritual shit
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Like Kirk Franklin and them
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Y'all just ain't me
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I can't tell you about God but I can tell you about a key
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And what I'll do to God's children if they jerk me
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Hurt me, never, that'll be a sin
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I'ma put the Bible to your head and shoot through Matthew verse 10
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What
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C'mon niggas
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What
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[CHORUS x2:]
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[Eve and Jadakiss]
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You told me you would bust your guns for me
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(Yeah bust your gun dog)
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You said you'd always sling your pounds
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(Sling the hydro green)
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Now you're away and you're all that I need
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(You're all that I need baby)
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But L-O-X will hold it down
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(You know the LOX gonna hold it)
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[Jadakiss]
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I'm back in the game
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I still ride the back of the train
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And sit right next to jake with a package of caine
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Niggas say he realer than me you call him a liar
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I got the outtie T T the same color as fire
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You just gettin a name
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Puttin shit in the game
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Stop fakin
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I have your doorag lookin Jamaican
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Holey as the water in the front of the church
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Then find you with no back plus one in your earth
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I can't wait for the day you get murt
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Cuz I'ma throw a free party at the Tunnel and give out work
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I love myself, my family, and love my son
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Love my niggas and love white Air Force Ones
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And besides that I'm open off the dro and the guns
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And the head you could get from a hoe in the slums
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Niggas always act silly till you show em the milly
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Then they got the nerve to ask you why you wanna kill me
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Uhh
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[CHORUS x2]
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[Styles]
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I know it ain't right
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For me to swear to God
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But I swear to God that I'll murder you dog
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And I know it ain't right
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For me to sell dope
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Rob stores but I still gotta run from the law
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Twenty niggas in the clique
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How all of us pour
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In a three room apartment and we all on the floor
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I reflect to the days I thought of bustin the whip
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Now I come through the scene and niggas cuffin they bitch
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Feel good to see Kiss spend a buck on his wrists
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Or Sheek frontin on a jet ski with a Puerto Rican chick
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I don't rock no jewels
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But I pops my tools
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And I work my coupe to do a buck 68
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P hit you in the head like a dutch to the face
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Or a cup full of liquor
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Come and fuck with you nigga
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Cuz I make drug money
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Gotta take blood from me
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If you wanna prove a point pull a joint shoot dummies
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[CHORUS x3]
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U Told Me
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The LOX |