[Jae Millz:]
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I get kited till the haze gone
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That's why my lungs look like they could be related to Grace Jones
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You better check what the beat is sayin, I'm like a stove on it
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The Dark, it ain't hard to see I'm far from a?
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Harlem, faggot fuck your past views
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You think it's '89 the way niggas still snatch jewels
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Plus niggas clap tools
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And they'll have lead engraved in your skin like the ink they use for tattoos
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Look I ain't one of them rap dudes who act rude
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And yack about how much back in the day they gat blew
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Nah homie, I don't spit it, I live it
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Shit matter fact I do both witout even movin my pivot
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I swear I wish I had a camcorder
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So you could see how I go in booths and come out with charges of manslaughter
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You motherfuckers prolly heard it befo
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But just in case you dumb niggas ain't know...
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[Papoose:]
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I'm a four bar killa, killa reflection in all ya'll mirrors
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First Slay gave me breakfast now all ya'll dinner
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Cause my shots wasn't for ya'll niggas
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But it's enough room in the cemetery for all ya'll niggas
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I carry the Mack Milli, I don't play with toy guns
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I raise M&M's like the Detroit slums
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Thugacation Nation, niggas avoid them
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Brooklyn is the place we build and destroy from
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Pull out the M-1, leave you and your boys done
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Niggas thought I was 97 the way I point one
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You can't compares us, you here to fear us, then plan the grammar
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I'm the hand in hander, blam the cannons, I'm jamming hammers
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Put a knot in back of his head just like a bandana
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Niggas always want static, that's why I pack an antenna
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From New York, Pap is a monster
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I got a hundred guns and fifty clips, half of 'em revolvers
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[Canibus:]
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Yo I put it to you so raw, you prolly O.D. on the floor
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That's what you get for disagreeing with God
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The Lebron James Bond, my aim with the arm is so long
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That I could tag along, with Socom
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I spit to the beat, flip like Swizz did to the beat
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At sunrise I spit to the East
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Niggas talk shit in the streets
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When they bout to get released, they ain't got no lip for the beast
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Make you strip like police, I point the heat
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From the hip to get leverage if you more than four deep
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Got a pistol grip hawk with a chrome beak
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Shit is so deep, I check to make sure it's no leaks
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Lookin like Jada in the black Jaggari
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Half Jag, half Ferrari, the valet saw me
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Shorty wanna know how the flesh work, what's under my sweatshirt
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That's why I hit the gym till my chest hurt
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Next year's summer I'm a kill a conjecture
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For now I'm just a hustler tryna give you my best work
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[Lord Tariq:]
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Lord, pimpin it's truest, I really do this
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Still amongst the realest and focused as a Buddhist
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Notice how I stroke this, quote it "I influence"
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The youngest to the oldest, I'm Jesus to the Judas (huh)
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The reason the game done weakened the chain
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They speakin my name, they speak it in vain, but they clueless
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And when I reach for the thang, they each wanna change
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They speech and they claims, But, I'm a do this
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Cock and squeeze on who wanna romp with me
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Got G's on that (OOWEE), that'll stomp with me
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By now you shoulda heard how the Feds wan get me
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And how my bread long like the dreads on Ziggy
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You're dead wrong silly, I ain't tryna take nine shots
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To sell records, that there song's Fifty
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I ain't doin time cause I'm good with crime
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Sorry, but that's how my crew is designed
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Team Saga, we chasin that agua, that's the glory
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You could see it on the E True Hollywood Stories
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Bout how they hollerin for me, blind how to endure me
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But not witout profit, surely you ridin for me (C'mon B)
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[McGruff:]
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Yo the Fif will lift you, so damn high up in the sky
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Niggas prolly think you could fly
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Niggas like you don't think you could die
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Yap nigga's shines, throw drinks in they eyes
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Stick-up kids, shoot it out, like Billy The Kid
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Shit I rap about is the shit, I really done did
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Shit you rap about is the shit you really don't live
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You think the streets don't know you oh-so-fake
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Lameass cornball namer hold no weight
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You's a sucka in the hood bitch, nigga I'm hood rich
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| Strippin all the good shit, stay in some bullshit |
