[Hook by Blam]
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This is sumtn' 4 urrbody get yo' hands up
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On the grind, money on yo' mind get yo' grands up
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If you on top getting hella guap stand up
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If you on da corner you a goner home and man up
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This is sumtn' for all my peeps on da East Side
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A lil sumtn' for my G's on the West Side
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Now if ya want it we on it dog, ya know how it is
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We're with the illest and realest killers, we handle our biz
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Let's get it, rahh
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[Runt Dawg]
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Y'all hear that big trunk bumpin', yeah that's Runt Dawg
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System knock harder than the cops at your front door
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Muhfuckas always talkin' tough like they want war
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Matta fact next nigga stunt gon' get dumped on
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Yeah, Dawg home
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I break your jaw bone
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And the '8 make you lose more weight than Star Jones
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Rappers don't come to Jers'
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Gun under my undershirt
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I'm hollerin' "Gilla House!" drunk off the Thunderbird
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My bitch be like, "Damn nigga wash yo' feet"
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She say the hair on my chest look like taco meat
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Shit, two hammers
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Make your whole crew vanish
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I'm a animal in front of Channel 2 news cameras
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Bitch I'm like John Wayne
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Shot like LeBron James
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The chrome fo'-fo' pretty like Ricky Fontaine
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My gorillas kill a man
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We thicker than
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That wic check peanut butter that come in that big silver can
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[Hook]
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[Ready Roc]
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Fuck it let's make it hot
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I'm reppin' for all my blocks
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Duckin', dippin' the cops
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Ready runnin' the dock
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Icarus in his sock
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We comin' straight from the bottom going straight to the top
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These haters want us to stop
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Groupies is on our cock
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Cuz they know it's going down like I'm Young Joc
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But I'm not
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Ready Roc
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Keep the pistol grip
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This some official shit
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Brick city keep it wrapped like a Christmas gift
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[Redman]
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Yo, eh yo cock it back click-click-click Hey!
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It's Dr Bombay
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Sick flow, get your Medicaid
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And I'm like Hey!
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My hometown is NJ
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Eyes redder than Reynaldo Rey
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I just blaze
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And I'm a soldier, better follow the leader
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And for guap I even smack kids like Madea
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I'm for re-a'
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Your boy is tight
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You got weed? Nigga show ya right
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Gimme a light
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[Hook]
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[Icadon]
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Icadon nigga I got the semi with the lens
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I'm in Bushwick, Brooklyn lookin' pretty in the Benz
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Ghostwriter, got the spirit of Biggie in my pen
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Funk Doc said it's time to go, Gilla begins
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Icadon, you probably saw me leanin' in the B-M'er
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Fly nigga, baby my socks be up in the cleaners
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In the club with twin bitches steamin' on my reefer
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They both go at my balls like Venus and Serena
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What's good?
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[Saukrates]
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Nigga I double
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My trouble
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Through a war, price bubble
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Half dog and half gorilla, get a tight muzzle
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I shut you down like Smith infrared light gun do
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My Mrs Smith'll have you turn over that ice bundle
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Cadillac Devilles look right with that (Gilla House)
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Comin' through yo' speakers like my ice cream (in ya mouth)
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I shoot a bazooka not pipe dreams (Clear 'em out)
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My name is Saukrates get yo' hands up Gilla House!
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[Blam]
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This is sumtn' 4 urrbody get yo' hands up, hands up...
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Sumtn' 4 Urrbody
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| Redman |
