[CL Smooth]
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We go back and forth, sending this out to my people up north
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Tell 'em if you ain't from New York you're soft
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Box or throw rocks, fish or cut bait
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Cause I fight great, but wait
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Here's the hottest joint on lockdown
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Ready for release what they call a masterpiece
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Covers are blown, known for keeping shit lethal
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Cause now I'm like water in the desert for you thirsty people
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What's the fixation with all this artillery?
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Now you catch a look, saying "Who are you to question me?"
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Giving sighs from enemy lines taking care of my business
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Is how you found out Wayne's World was never his
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See my pend holds strong for all my cookies in mink
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We call all types of bitches running out of ink
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later for ticky mind, avoid like suama
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But I don't see nothing wrong with a little bump and grind
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You know it's my thing, get your bell rang
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By the Meccafied slang, the jack of all trades
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Couldn't even gang bang, and niggas can't hang
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With so many styles, you'd swear the shit was out of Wu-Tang
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But the samurai, CL Smooth I
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be slicing, dicing you down when the mic is around
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I rebound like Oakley when you provoke me
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This is the Chocolate Thai, be careful how you toke me
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I razzle dazzle your fragile ass until you pay homage
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To the man I plan is holding all the knowledge
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In five minutes of funk off my tounge, read the label shown
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Is it Pete Rock or Oliver Stone?
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Still the same, they remember my name
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Kind of reminds me of when Rocket Ismail played for Notre Dame
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Invincibility with no vulnerability
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Selling more than gold with the killers on my payroll
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You'd better watch your step, known for the rep
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Of being real but can't accept jealous brothers and others
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Who can't relax with pep, and if it was the playoffs
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your ass would get swept and kept on stash
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The Tango & Cash competitors bow
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Cause I would think we all know who The Don is by now
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Making loot at the pace of a horse race
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Now once again my friend, the great paperchase
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Here's a taste of life in the fast lane
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Now house full of chicks, he's stripping off the Don P
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With the profound sound, I ride swoops like a hawk
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And can only bring the essence of New York
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It's the Vernonville daddy, can you comprehend?
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How some real live niggas set a new trend
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Of being so blasted, smoothest prophets to the brain cell
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While I bid you all a farewell
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Check it Out
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| Pete Rock and CL Smooth |
