(feat. Black Rob, P-Diddy)
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[Black Rob]
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[Mumbling]
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[G-Dep]
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Really, Get smacked silly, you get smacked silly
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Fucking with these niggas from the, what you gonna do
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When you ready, shit I was born ready,
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And I was all ready on fish and spaghetti
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Creep with the culture, rap I can coach ya, attack like a vulture,see what I told ya,I said I get cha, wearing it I'll fit ya, y'all thirteen inches
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I see the big picture, if it's to get richer, I'd probably get wit ya
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If not burn it, get hot like a furnace
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Shoot the video motherfuck city permits
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We own the city, on the phone with Diddy (* Phone Sounds*)
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Red bone pretty, when she get aroused like to suck her own titty
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Put it in the video, ya wanna holla got to follow nigga here we go
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Get you ticket, the train, don't miss it,
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Won't reach out, and ya bet I won't visit
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Till my whole wardrobe this is-it listen
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[Chorus]
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[G-Dep & Black Rob (Puffy)]
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Make this money
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Take this money (Let's get it)
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Ain't no way you can take this from me (Let's get it)
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Ain't shit funny (uh)
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Shake it honey (Let's get it)
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Take it money
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Now let's get it (Let's get it)
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[G-Dep]
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Creep with your people, though my shit is sweet and low it's no equal
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Front butch look, once I throw the hook you proceed to get cook,and
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With the game and the soldiers sit,
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When I came, the game that I owed you one
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Wide big Lincoln, why he died on the side for the stinking
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Watch the task force task for look Marlboro
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It's a big chance, big pants,
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Might guard him with my man's a type barber
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Better learn quick, cause my clique don't argue (uh-uh)
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You ain't my crew, then who are you, beat it
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For we take off make sure that your all seated
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Billboard read it believe it
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[Chorus]
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[G-Dep]
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Soul Controller, rap like I tol' ya, kids hate me when they older
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I put cracks by the stroller, registered voter, motherfucker quota
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Give some baking soda and a quota
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Man I flow straight up out the water,
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I'm break this game till it say out of order
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Who's the high scorer, then tear the floor up
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On the world tour with your whore out in Europe, head on the tour bus
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Do what them niggas in the drop thinks cooler
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All the five quarters, headline supporters,
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Hitting wives and daughters
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Bought a neck spray from Esate Lauders
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Call Puffy to order
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[P-Diddy]
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Ayo, call me Diddy I run this city,
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Send the cops, D.A., the feds to come get me
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Cats wanna leave me for dead you coming with me
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head in the Bentley red at one fifty
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Straight lose it, love two things my family my music
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Might co-write and produce it
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Drop mine, hot 9 exclusive, got y'all hulking like Bruce did
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Deuce it, break backs and stacks it's no problem
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Make raps and tracks and go Harlem
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Get worldwide coverage, got so many spots I don't even buy luggage
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Ya love it
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Make moves major, hide out in Asia,
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If your girl keep coming around them I'm a blaze her
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I'm the Bad Boy flavor, light blue gators
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NOT GUILTY
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and I'm filthy
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C'mon
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[Chorus]
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[Black Rob (Puffy)]
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I be the east side Soprano, Rob Marciano
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Flow in they channel with the opposite handle
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Forty-five sparks turn your day gray flannel
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Snatch the yay of the mantle, the proceed to dismantle
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Can't say Rob, how many niggas done tried to play mob,
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Quit they day job
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Tired of putting broke niggas under the wing
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If I go to jail again I'm going under the bing
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Act like you gonna pull that thing, thing
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You the one who always gets stuck for bling, bling
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I represent eight blocks and sing-sing
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Almost caught a buck fifty for fucking with Latch in Killer Queens
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Moves for paper, moves no chaser
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Bullets out the blazer four-fifths with the laser
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Come and get your shit splitted, newspapers said I did it
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(We ain't do it) Now let's get it (Let's get it)
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[Chorus x3]
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Let's Get It
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| G. Dep |
