Roc-A-Fella once again, yeah
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what...This is Diamonds In Da Ruff yall, haha
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We drop this song, yall didn't hear us before
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know what I mean, but
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Yall Gonna Hear Us Now
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Aiyyo,
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Rebels my name
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you see me Phat Farm, Tim's all gemed up
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play hero and ninja like a pretzel
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You get all bent up
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Nobodys gonna hold me down
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nobodys gonna slow me down
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All she be like straw house, nigga and just blow me down
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>From Harlem a.k.a. Bangladesh, shock 'em down
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thang thang
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Make it sound like shitty bang bang
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You still think im gonna choke the opposite of Jay-Z and Jermaine
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Except im a rebel, on another level
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where money mean everything
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Talk to me
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No they aint ready to talk to you
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Im gonna let these cats know man
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Yo, listen here
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I flow with fo fo guys
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haten po po spies
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Relay on movin home grown pies
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Rather dies than to see it
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mo' poties
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I see my people shy
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They will be knock
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whoever look through that pee holes blind
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Smashing everything from the game
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to that freak hoes fives
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shake life
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Must be crack cause it grows most wise
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and losers finally quote to see a cat like me, cold shine
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Every night up in the down
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just to kill mo' timers
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Bout time you let me play
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Got more game than EA
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Used to take goldeen trips to PA
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we need a
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Now on the way to the top it never stop
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Catch me in every block with a rock
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Eatin my way and its still just cocked
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ready to pop, now whos the fooler
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Think im uhs cause im cuter
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be the same on in the cooler with the hole in the midula
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I used to take twenties and buddha, to the face
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till I caught that case with George, on my waist
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Now B.O.
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trying to violate if I get a taste
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feel me?
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Im just like you
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want beef, i'll bust like you
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need to bust just like you, only trust my crew
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Diamonds In Da Ruff
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Aiyyo, whatever you all want to do yall do it, bring it man, dont talk
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to me, run at me
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I can see its alot of yall goons
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that dont want to see me get no riches
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All im gonna do is rip the shows, get the hoes, and take your bitches
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Nigga, you aint gotta like me
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Front, then you gotta fight me
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I dont play fair
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I play to win and my crew is like me
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Im from Spanish Harlem
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1st Ave. to be exact
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11-9-9, you niggas gotta problem wit that
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Know from Eastend to Riverside and Fineas Dieon
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bring the war without the wip like Dieon
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Im gonna see 'em
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Im gonna respect something that is important to me
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aint nobody you know livin' that ever extorted me
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My fam i'd die for, cry for, lie for
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take a knife in the eye for
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Nigga, im a suvivour in the BX, rep my Lenox
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to 241st and Whiteplains
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smack you like a Parker brother
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fathers hit your light game
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and I just came in
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to let yall niggas know
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bout a Diamond In Da Ruff
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and I still need the dough, nigga
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Nigga jumps across the webs, the Wilson, Grand Jev, Metro long, Polo
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grounds, Saint Knick, Manhatten and we run New York
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Yall want to know my style basically
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Im a thorough nigga named B. Bubblin
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not that cats you want trouble with
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and i demand respect
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Change the Harlem Vet. from Foster, Lincoln, Whillen Projects across
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110th
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to the depth witty, F had the West Indies
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Im odin it right so my chicken head dog can rest with me
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Most cats is unworthy
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and you can find me if you wanted to on 1st Ave.
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In gold Tim's and Yankee jersey
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What What What What (fading)
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Respect
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Jay-Z |