Intro:
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Ay baby what's up happenin (nuthin)
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I'm tellin you it's about to happen
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I just ran into the coldest motherfuckin record C.O.
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I'm tellin you my shit is about to be on
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I've been here in the studio every motherfuckin night
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I'm tellin you I ain't Mr. Lick (Are you for real?)
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I'm dead ass (you a stupid motherfucker)
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Yeah man, Pass that weed, aight!
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{Lil Dap}
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My third eye touch the moon about four a.m.
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Starring down at the Earth, and I'm trying to win
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Yo how was the dream? The dream was too good to be true
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I listen to you, I even flip mics for your crew
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You disrespect, now my niggas eatin you food
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So what your talk be like, when your game ain't right
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And these niggas live trife, and you try to be nice
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So we burn 'em on mics, Brooklyn style allright
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Then robbin and stealin coming through the ghetto yo
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We killin with flow, break em down and let them go
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My fears and ideas got them really to death
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They think I'm address, I'm only trying to make it? Yes
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Four of the best, the best I'm a real icon
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Bust, son, shit just really begone
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Four of my aid, been rockin for atleast a decade
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Hold the spades, me and my dogs are about to get paid
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Yeah, fuck this
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Cuz we can walk through these streets, politic all night
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Motherfuckers get torn up in the middle of the night
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It's a damn shame, what we have to do for money
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Shit ain't funny, boo selling booty all night
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I'm giving her advice, trying to guide a child to the light
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I'm whippin her pimp, now we takin jewels and we frontin
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Hittin up in the club, layin back smoking somethin
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Niggas don't wan't it, these East New York niggas would want it
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This be the last ill dream that we kick right now
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Now peep the sound and watch how we tear shit down
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Chorus: Lil Dap
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Uh, we tear shit down
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Uh, we tear shit down
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Straight like that, we walk through the ghetto of rap
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Peep the sound and watch how we tear shit down
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Uh, we tear shit down
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Now everybody got to peep this shit
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This is real like that
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Straight like that, off the motherfuckin meat rack
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When we start to flip tracks across the map
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Dealin with my eyes on the world, mack the girl
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Put her in college for now
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Cuz one day she'll be the child of my new born child
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There stealing my style, walkin with the goatee smile
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I hope that this relationship can walk for a while
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Damn this dream, got me flippin mad objects
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Situations after situations, what's coming next?
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I'm ready to flex, so get the weight off my chest
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This be the last ill dream that we kick right now
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Now peep the sound and watch how we tear shit down
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Chorus 2X
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{Outro}
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Now I know alot of you ain't with this right now
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Straight Brainsick, Group Home, Triple Beam
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You know what I'm sayin? Agallah
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Straight B-K style, knowthatImsayin, Kai-bee
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You Know, Blackadon
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Uh Uh Uh
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This be the last ill dream that we kick right now
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Now peep the sound and watch how we tear your town
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Tear Shit Down
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| The Group Home |
