[Intro]
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Oh yeah, it's him again! {"Joell Ortiz"}
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Y'all know the voice
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[Chorus: Gangstarr sample]
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Always bless you with a new joint, shit you never heard
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I need a place to lay low bro, cause this one is murder
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[Joell Ortiz]
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Check; cool as a fan, fresh as a new leather
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The new member in an argument of who's better
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The cool cheddar keep it New Yorican
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In a hoopty gettin brain from a chain on the Major Deegan
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The haters speakin, never mind playa
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The block ex-crack dime shaver turned best rhyme sayer
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The candy chewer, Laffy Taffy over Life Saver
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The orgasm every time, that's what the pipe gave her
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The gutter dweller, never nice neighbors
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The sour mixin with the Jack Daniel's to give it nice flavor
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The back in the days type gamer
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The used to hate Super Nintendo nigga that used to like Sega
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The clawed his way in the door rapper that's like Vega
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Never killed nobody, in that booth he's such a life taker
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The every other night somebody else's wife scraper
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The nigga makin veterans look like a 9th grader
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[Interlude]
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You goddamn right I'm that nigga {"Joell Ortiz"}
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[Chorus]
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[Joell Ortiz]
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Uhh, the talk of the town, clown when we in the party
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Karaoke sing on the low but yo don't tell nobody
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The never had nothin, now he doin hella cocky
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The haters vomit from the smell of papi
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The low caesar with the sharp parts
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That might fiend on the scene with sixteens gettin green like a golf cart
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The beef lookin at the rest of y'all like Pop-Tarts
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Verses got y'all frownin up y'all faces like my mom's farts
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The N.Y. repper, don't dare side-stepper
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The casual dresser, low whites, light sweater
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The bike revver on a summer day
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The give the DJ so much heat they don't know which one to play!
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The E-1 gunner, used to be up under Trey
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Finna drop crack and not look back like a runaway
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The have fun every time he in the booth spitter
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The take on anybody, old nigga, new nigga
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[Interlude]
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Y'all think it's a game?
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I ain't playin! {"Joell Ortiz"}
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[Chorus]
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[Joell Ortiz]
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Uhh, the truth in the purest form
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The frontliner, first nigga to shoot when the war is on
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The hop on your beat and cruise like the Autobahn
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and force radio to play my version of all the songs
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The diddy bopper in the city proper
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The walk up in the strip club and throw it up like a shitty vodka
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The used to be a butt man turned titty clocker
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The hop up in the bed and beat it up kitty boxer
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Okay, the occasional kitty licker
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Only if her box is the shit, kitty litter
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The good swimmer, Caribbean beach feet dipper
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The Rican whale size of three Flippers
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The flow stronger than the current in the winter in the East River
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The poker player, top pan with the mean kicker
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The hip-hop light, when it was in its darkest hour
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The can't do a song without at least one YAOWA
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[Interlude]
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This ain't gon' stop brother, heh {"Joell Ortiz"}
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{"Statik Selektah!"}
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[Chorus]
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Murder
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| Joell Ortiz |
