(featuring Beretta 9)
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[Intro: Beretta 9]
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car 36, 36, we got a situation in progress
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37 between 106th
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we got a possible homicide
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all cars, all cars, we got a situation down
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[RZA]
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Aiyo, toxi' off the grey goose, vodka, shots of hypnotic
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Ya'll bitches want beef, son, you got it
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Fresh off the bliz-knock, Bob Diz-noc
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Plex on the K.B., son, you get shiz-not
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Right in your hiz-ead, you'll be diz-ed
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Don't front on this nigga, I'mma from New York Ci-zey!
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Ya'll butter pec', make my nuts weak
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Have me walk around, talkin' backward with stutter speak
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Like tuh tuh tuh tuh tuh, buh buh buh buh
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Butter pec', make my nutter weak
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And ya'll crabs down south, you ain't got a clue
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How it feel to slip in that papi chino power u
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White Cadillac truck just high beamed us
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Mami look like she was Angie Martinez
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I don't espanol, I play imposter
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I was like "Mamacita, yah yah, que pasa?"
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And slip back to my casa
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She was like "Nigga! You sound like rasta!"
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I'm the ace in the decks...
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*girl speaking spanish*
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[RZA]
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I'm the ace in the deck, still casin' a Tec
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That filled with the taste of the lead, buck buck
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The bass and the treb', the space in the back
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Where chumps walk by, and they face get slapped
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I'm not known to talk a lot
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Sit on five whips, son, so I don't walk a lot
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Got ten chicks, so I don't hawk a lot
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Been around the world, but I love New York a lot
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Especially up in Bedstuy, with those crazy Cuffies
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Or in Fort Green, with those crazy Cuffies
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Ya'll floss like ya'll Jay-Z and Puffy's
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You get robbed, bucked down by a crazy Cuffie
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Bobby! Fuckin' the mics is my hobby
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Fuckin' the mics is my hobby
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[Outro: girl]
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Bobby, Bobby, Bobby, Bobby, Bobby, Bobby
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{*car smashing and glass shattering*}
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Radio Grunge
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