(feat. S.I., Sheek Louch)
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[Sheek Louch]
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Geah, make a move y'all
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Which part you wan' lose?
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The clip is loaded, the quatro is on cruise
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I'm back to work bitch, the clock off snooze
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I'm tougher than leather nigga I cannot bruise
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Who wanna try a nigga?
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Hard to the God, come and butterfly a nigga (hold that!)
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Ooze on out (uh-huh)
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Weeks later bitch go and throw your shoes on out
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I'm that shit that great Mario Puzo 'bout
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Clear this out, blood on the hopscotch floor
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Shells in the sandbox; niggaz with big glocks
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Late night, movin that junk, like Redd Foxx
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Now, you don't want nothin about me (nah)
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You pussy, nigga come fuck with the alkie
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Weed smokin, keep the cancer piece on it (yeah!)
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Call hoes, get pussy whenever I want it (c'mere bitch)
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Mack daddy (no) pimp daddy (no)
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Hammer cocked (yeah) let that, go
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I ain't heard shit in a long long time
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To even fuck around with either one of my rhymes (Sheek Louch!)
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Niggaz still livin off the petty-ass crimes
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The Hossa{?} hater, Lacoste gator
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Levi's, hundred to the Mr. Chow waiter
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Whattup street niggaz? Hold heat niggaz
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FUCK sweet niggaz, you'll get beat niggaz (yeah!)
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[Chorus: S.I.]
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Now who out there wanna fuck around with me?
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You can come and get a fresh buck-50
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We got guns, money, liquor, drugs
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We right here until they come get me (I'm talkin 'bout murder)
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Now who out there wanna fuck around with me?
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You can come and get a fresh buck-50
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We got guns, money, liquor, drugs
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We right here until they come get me
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[Jadakiss]
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C'mon, yeah, ah-HAH! Nobody, c'mon
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Yeah, c'mon, yeah, c'mon, yeah, yeah, uhh, yo
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Yo listen here, you ain't dead if your heart ain't stop
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Twin 40's, you ain't gotta ask "Are they cocked?"
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I'm so sharp I could come through and scar they block
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Late night, red linin in an R.A. drop
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And I'm only tuckin them until I shoot ya
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When I pull 'em out that's when I'm fuckin with your future
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You gon' realize this is nothin that you're used to
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Get your life tooken by a booster, then we gon' hang the noose up
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It's all over with (yeah)
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All they found was his Louis scarf with his DNA all over it (mm)
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Who's choosin and pickin them (who?)
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Cause I'm sick of them, not followin the curriculum (yeah)
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It's my shit and I'm evictin them (get out)
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Whoever feel like they ain't gotta leave, I'm rippin them
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Even though the love's frail the thug's real
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All you gotta do is just follow the blood trail
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Much harder fightin when the battle is uphill
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Whatever the knife can't handle the slug will
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Keep a good lawyer that's smart work on cases
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Still gotta run from the NARCs, they gon' chase us (run)
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In case I gotta put some artwork on faces
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If we leave the game for God they gon' +Mase+ us
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My suggestion, is that you don't even test son
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Unless you wanna catch a fresh one
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[Chorus]
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[Outro: Sheek Louch]
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Yeah, yeah, yeah!
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Let's go
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Come and Get Me
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| Jadakiss |
