Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
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Just got off the jack with my son thats up north
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Tellin me he's comin home, and how he's gettin off
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'Cuz his game was weak, killed two months, he's back in the streets
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With new plans, to expand, to jerk his mans man
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We had the ultimate stick up, drop, on the brick pick up
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But yo he can't, 'cuz he's still locked up
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Jump back on the horn 'cuz his vibe was strong
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Contacted the kid and told him lets be gone
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I talked to Poet first, yo son, I got a mish-shon
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Grab the ammunnish-shon, pump up your pythons
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I know a spot where niggas gettin it, and we can flip on
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Son they frustrate me, 'cuz these niggas pump with no heat
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They play the night time sweet, like they can't get beat
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I got their address, to where they rest and stash their shit
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Yo, I peeped it out how we can creep, yo yo yo
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These niggas stay sleep
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Makin sales, smokin out, and they all get ?geeked?
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Lets catch 'em zoning, brain under, high and headed home and
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When they least expect it, lets put the gat to his dome
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He stuck the key in the door, we ??? four four
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We pushed our way in, we wasnt playin
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Ready to spray 'em, tied him down to the A.M.
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Now we layin, for a beamer, and some bitch named Fatima
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Chorus: Prince AD
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Communicate for the cake, polly for weight outta state
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Down on digits on the Isle with son we can't be late
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We got moves to make, flood the whole New York state
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Time to skate to other lands to put food on our plate
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Communicate for the cake, polly for weight outta state
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Down on digits on the Isle with son we can't be late
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We got moves to make, flood the whole New York state
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Time to skate to other lands to put food on our plate
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Now we travel with the ?Crills Rock?
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P, Noyd, Onslaught on the hottest road with a car load'a shit
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Isolated on ya whip, on the south I-95, lightin off and more drive
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?Diggy with the seats sung?
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half a pie in the trunk with the music blastin
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Clouds of smoke, yo this lifes no joke
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We from QB son, we ain't tryin to be broke
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We makin moves to where the money's at, get it up and bring it back
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New cats the boogie OT knew how to work it
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Get the money, couldn't keep it 'cuz they jerked it
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Bad habits, livin lavish, rockin front and cabbage
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Tyrin to follow the leader, but paul paid for peter
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The dirty south ain't the place to sign, son keep ya heat up
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I'm from NY, city slicker, beat'choo with the G quicker
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Business so well I'll have your towns clientelle
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Kyron but me on through the cell, my OT
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Get that brick money son, I'll meet you back in QB
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See we flee off, know how to gee off, know how to eat off
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Know how to make moves so we can keep the heat off
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See we prefer to skate, to get this food on our plate
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And keep our name low key on this New York state
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You know how ?rule? quiet is kept, lets get this money fool
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Chorus
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Communications
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