Browz they gon' hate you after this one
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It's one to what? Let's go!
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[Verse 1:]
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Who the fuck want a problem with a problem with steam trees
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Ironman status press cowards with steam tees
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Catch me in the corner to somethin' wit some mean B'S
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Im Harlem's best kept secret like I'm Kareem Reed
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Comfy on the ave cuz I reps my shit
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I got a crew why I need cops to protect my shit
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Yeah I know cats haitn' but Im lovin' it
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Thats why I park before deuce troop it out just for the fuck of it
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You cant find a nigga in the city thats tougher
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I got a 3-year run like TS at the Rucker
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Don't tell me nothin' 'bout who da next to pop
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Cause everybody who's supposed to been hot done flopped
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Last year on the mixtapes I heard a lot of greasy rappin'
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Now niggaz tryin' to see what happened
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Everybody mad but you see I'm laughing
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Their careers stuck at the toll I'm E-Z Passin'
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It's Harlem to the death of me till ain't nothin left for me
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Fuck showin' em how to do it I gave niggaz recipes
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And your label knows you garbage
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Thats why they got you sittin' on the shelf like you was made for a cabbage STUPID!
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YEAH! I RUN NEW YORK MAN!(Get in touch wit me)
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[Chorus:]
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WHO (Who) wanna be the next to get it
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and become the next statistic in da hood and tell me
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WHO (Who) wanna try to get luck
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and get left right beside their truck
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Nigga lemme know
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WHO (Who) wanna aim at the statue
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Let the whole city vote get at'cha
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Please tell me
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WHO (Who) wanna call my bluff
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Who think they friend can't get touched
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Point him out nigga
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WHO WHO WHO WHO WHO WHO WHO WHO
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[Verse 2:]
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Back on da scene it's ya motherfuckin' man from da block
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In da H where da cake can buck buck they shots
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Never solo on da ave always posted with my gang
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MH get it straight ain't a damn thing change
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Bang! Back up don't make a nigga have to pull the 'Lac up
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Hop up the front seat and act up
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Stomp you all wit some hightops
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and jump right back in da ESV and re-strap my straps up
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Make sure my cuff is right fix my jacker
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And pull my fitted back over my brows and light a sack up
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You might as well pack up
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And your album might've been hot but just hearin' you fucked all da tracks up
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Lotta niggaz gon' get exposed once I do a number
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Think about it be scared yeah you should wonder
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Just think about when I swipe da throne
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And even worse than that just think about when mice come home
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Niggaz mad cause they raps is lame
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And I flash them chains gettin' better yearly like Madden games money
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I know your life don't go past your lane
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Im passing fully stuffed vanillas you passin' grains
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This is NYC at its best
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I grew up runnin' my mouth for free now I breathe for checks and yes!
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I ain't losin' not a thing
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Fuck a headlock I got the streets in a million-dollar dream MOTHERFUCKER!
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YEAH! IT'S ONE TO WHAT?(Harlem)
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SWAT TEAM! (Your more welcome man)
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[Chorus]
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Swat team man! Vado, Al, Reese!
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Free Mike song thats da campaign
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Its da statue!
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Naj 2
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They ain't fuckin' with ya boy man
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E rolla!
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Who!?
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| Jae Millz |
