(feat. Big Punisher, Fat Joe, Freeway)
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But I would've loved to hear
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A Big Pun and B.I.G. collabo
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That shit would've been incredible
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[Big Pun talking]
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Aye yaknahmsayin, it was just happen
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We have our day, you know?
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I seen him, I seen him, I seen him at the pearly gates, yaknahmean?
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We keep it, keep it, keep it going from there
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[Notorious B.I.G.]
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Uhh, I dream filthy
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My moms and pops mixed me with Jamaican Rum and Whiskey
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Huh, what a set up
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Shoulda pushed 'em dead off, wipe the sweat off
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Uhh, cause in this world I'm dead off, squeeze lead off
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Benz sped off, ain't no shook hands in Brook-land
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Army fatigue break up teams, the enemies
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Look man, you wanna see me locked up, shot up
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Moms crotched up over the casket, screamin BASTARD
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Cryin, know my friends is lyin
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Y'all know who killed 'em filled 'em with the lugars from they Rugers
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or they Desert, dyin ain't the shit but it's pleasant
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Kinda quiet, watch my niggaz bring the riot
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Giving cats the opposite of diets
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You gain thirty pounds when you die no lie, lazy eye
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I was high when they hit me, took a few cats with me
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Shit, I need the company (uh-huh)
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Apoligies in order, to T'Yanna my daughter
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If it was up to me you would be with me, sorta like
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Daddy Dearest, my vision be the clearest
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Silencers so you can't hear it
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Competition still fear it, shit don't ask me
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I went from ashy to nasty to classy, and still
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[Chorus: Freeway]
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Nigga still gotta get his grind on
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Come get introduced to my home
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I grew up in the crime zone
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Soon as you grown, you on your own, you keep your strap
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You keep your chrome cause the streets is chilly
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Now get your grind on
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Come get introduced to my home
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A nigga grew up in the pro-jects, end up gettin mo' stressed
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Mo' money, mo' drama you know a nigga keep his armor
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Cause the streets are killin
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Now get your grind on
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Come get introduced to my home
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[Big Punisher]
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Yo, yo
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The penalty is death, especially when I'm mentally stressed
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My enemies hang with me 'til I eventually flip
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I never reject an offer to battle
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Slap a coffin on the saddle
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and rattle like a wooden horse to el barrio
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Niggaz talk but they babble cause they ain't sayin nuttin
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If ain't blazin somethin with the mac I'm in the shack bakin muffins
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Fake the funk and get your rump roast
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One dose of the toast'll make you jump if you come close
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Pun spoke, ain't no more debatin; my Squad been waitin
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for the perfect time to give you what you all been waitin
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An orgi-nation of veterans built
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with genuine skills to pay the heat, gas, and the rest of the bills
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Invest in the real, don't get left in the hills
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My tech and my steel turn your whole crew into vega-ta-bills
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We blessed with the will to never surrender
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cause my every agenda's in and out, unseen like I entered the ninja
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It's my world
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[Chorus]
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[Fat Joe]
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I got that new F-N, call it that faggot nigga gun
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Couple of hollow tips make you faggot niggaz run
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Crack pull up, everybody clear out
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Anybody pumpin that rock is gettin aired out
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I'm in that caddy with my bitch in the pack
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Your mommy got a body but she itchin to clap
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And I know you pitchin purple but we switchin the packs
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Listen, don't make me hurt you I'm just givin the facts
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On that I 9-5 swirvin to a town near you
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My niggaz watch out for that Black Surburbans
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And no it's not the Feds, man papi's home
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And papi got it good, he could put you on
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Listen, I done made abandoned blocks look hot
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Nine to ten Benzes, a couple of drops
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Couple of rubber bands from the corrupt cops
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Just to see my niggaz eat and shit and huggin the blocks
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Crack a chestize 'em, right besides 'em
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In front of a hundred million viewers, shouldn't surprise 'em
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We from the Bronx where the may-ors lift up
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And niggaz get shot in broad day cause we don't give a...
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Fuck little niggaz on bike and just shoot you
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All for a pair of some Nikes, the shits brutal
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I done seen fiends O.D., shot the wrong pack
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Then they call the shit the bomb smack
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Word to Crack, the god body, the hard body, the realest ever
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| The John Gotti, this rap shit, will it kill me? Never |
