[Sheek Louch:]
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LOX!
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What's ya name again? Donnie G (D-Block!)
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Who else with' you, fam? (S-P!)
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Wave the Ruger at these haters
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This New York rap, who else with' you? (Al Qaeda)
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Don-Don,.38 revolve in the brown bag
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Money in the pocket, when I walk, my pants sag
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In and out of town, that's why the God look jet-lagged
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Sheek's still bangin', I ain't wavin' the red flag
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The curse of Bin Laden, boats don't float across
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His ghostly bones said "Rise up with green moss"
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Uh, smoke blowin' on a weave
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Audie on the sleeve, Louis Vs in the breeze
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Condos in Miami, I ain't even use the keys
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Women and fast cars, some of my pet peeves
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Cash and big guns, be with' them OGs
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Levis, white ups, City Lab tees
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Nick said "Nate, the Yanks gotta bring it home" (New York!)
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Them Dirty Harrys sittin' on me, all chrome
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Public enemy, welcome to the terrordome
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This UK money, my phone stay home, I roam
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Safety on Glock, ice on rock
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I rep Biggie since Rick Ross reppin' Pac
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[Styles P:]
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I don't like too many rappers, or niggas
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If you see me talkin' to cowards, it's all figgas
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Gotta be ready to die to war with' us
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Yeah, we three deep, but there's plenty of more with' us
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Chop it up, bag it up, set it up
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I got a problem on the strip, I'll wet it up
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I could get a ton on the arm, getcha credit up
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Talkin' to the pilot on the Palm, then a Senator
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You fakin', nigga, I get it shakin'
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I'll shoot your wife at the dinner table like Taken
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I did dirt since Krush Groove and Breakin'
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Now they got a Biggie movie, Pac comin' next
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You can suck my dick, you said The LOX ain't the best
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Now yell pause and no homo that
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And get a bullet in ya fitted where the logo at
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Yeah, another one by the NE sign
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Stab him in the face with the pen he signed
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Now that's that, turn ya fitted to a snapback
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[Jadakiss:]
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Yo, I'm the one that make the car start: Engine
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Hard liquor, two weeks straight, nigga: Bingin'
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This dope, getcha sniff on or syringe in
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I'm really in these streets, they pretendin'
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You compare him to these creeps? You offend him
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Water and oil, you don't mix, you can't blend them
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Trunk fulla powder, cook it when I get there
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It's me all alone on the throne, yeah, I sit there
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Now just let the haze burn
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Bullets don't ever change, they always burn
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Majority is snakes, the rest is straight worms
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Everybody's a baller, then I must be Dave Stern
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Virus, whenever I spit, I spray germs
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Who else been nice for this long and stayed firm?
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Donnie G, the Phantom, and Al Qaeda
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L-O-X, the criminology coordinators
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(What?)
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New York Rap
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| The LOX |
