{telephone ringing}
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Hello... hello...
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Yo what up, man!?!
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Who the fuck is this?
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Who the fuck it sound like, man?
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What the fuck you calling so early for, man!?!
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What the fuck time is it!?!
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It's like 3 o'clock, man, thought you was coming to get me, man!?!
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... shit, my bad son.
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Please, man, come get me man, before I choke this bitch, man!
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Hurry up son, man it's like 90 man, let's get some hoes or something.
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What up, dun!?!
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Same ol' shit.
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No doubt, ain't nothing new... .
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Let's take a little spin, dun, word up.
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Yo... open my wings to a new day spread my lungs
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Get laced, jump in the whip, stash the guns
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Twist the key, shifted to D then flee
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Before anything, get the daily dose of choke
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We got the Benzo flooded with smoke on the float
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My eye's burnin' from the dope killin' my throat
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Lean my seat a taste, lumbar support
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On the belt doin' 90 or more
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debatin' on the latest rhyme wars
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Where units don't count
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But your rap pay add up to large amounts
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Get my thrills puttin' other nigga's skills to sleep
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Catch chills off'a infamous beats
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Swing the trees doin' one-handed u'ees
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Blowin' on the ouwee ˇ®cause we can't have the medicine canoein'
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There go the boys to the right, no days and nights like that
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Ay yo dun, hold that down and turn it around
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Dirty as fuck, thugs drugs and guns, d's and fatigues
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T n T hopin' out of MPV's
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Surprise all'a fuck out of me
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Got rubber Glocks pointed at me
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Ay yo twin, what the fuck... ..
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[Twin]
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They had us layed out on the ground holdin' us down
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With gats to back of our heads was goin' down
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ˇ°It wasn't us that held up that bitch you got.
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Where's the proof, man!? Let me speak to my attorney.ˇ±
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I know the routine, don't try to throw me
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I been gettin' knocked since 12 and my moms tried to scold me
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... but all that told me to get in more shit
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ay yo P', (what up) you my co-d, we both get knocked
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What you did with that half'a tree? (right in my sock.)
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Yo, I hope these fuckin' dicks won't find the stash spot
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Dun, you know how I get down!?!
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Yo I'm ready to bounce
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Do the 100 yard-dash and tear ass
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If my other half was alive we woulda got killt
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ˇ®Cuz dun woulda went for the guns and got ill
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Plus I gots cracks on me, they foundt the cracks on me
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Looked at'em, gave'em back to me
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I could swore they was takin' us in
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Then the lady in the car said, ˇ°..that's not them.ˇ±
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Picked us up, told me I could keep the drugs
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They didn't give a fuck, they was only lookin' for guns
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An' you ain't gotta tell us twice
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We hopped in the car and slid off
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On our way up-town for more of that funk
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P' lit the tree back up
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Got off the Tri-burrough, hit the Henry Huds'
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ˇ°Fuckit, let's slide through the Rutgers.ˇ±
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Roll the windows down cuz infamous mobb bumpers...
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[Prodigy]
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... Skip To My Lou had the crowd jumpin'
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Took a walk through the park frontin'
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Didn't even have to hurt nuttin'
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Man I love it, ain't nothin' like summer in New York
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Hear Infamous Thoughts, then the Dream Team music starts
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Damn, we young black entrepeneurs
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New York Pricks and Dicks can't stop our floss
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We like organized crime, the fuckin' Mobb
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I'm only twenty-six playin' wit' serious cards
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Dead serious cash, luxurious labs
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Learn to balance fame with pain, you CAN'T COMPLAIN
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[Chinky sings X]
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Jus' another day livin' in the hood...
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Jus' another day around the way... .
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Feelin' good today... oh no we can't complain
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Jus' another day... livin' in New York... .
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Dealin' with the jakes and the snakes... ..
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Feelin' good today... .we hit'em up cuz we here to stay...
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Can't Complain
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| Prodigy of Mobb Deep |
