[Chorus- Kartoon] (Jadakiss)
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Keep the gun cocked
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Keep the gun cocked
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Keep the gun cocked
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(The hood know what it is
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Keep the gun cocked
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Keep the gun cocked
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Represent (Double R
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The hood know what it is)
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Keep the gun cocked
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Keep the gun cocked
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Boost the crime rate
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(The hood know what it is
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I'm in the hood 'cause I fuck with the thugs
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Tryin' to figure out why the money never added up to the love)
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[Jadakiss]
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How do you like it now?
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I be around but I just be outta sight
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And I'ma be spittin till the world run outta mics
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In the hood till the projects run outta mice
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Bettin' heavy 'till the bodegas run outta dice
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And I'm workin with more hammers than you can imagine
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And when I get in the booth I do it with passion niggaz
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It's the same old kiss mango six
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Seats suede listening to something Sheek just laid
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And sometimes I feel I oughta chill
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And I ain't scared but I guess it's only right
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when you rein' with a quarter mill
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Your ends go up your mens go down
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It's like tryin to roll a dutch with the windows down
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And I'm comin from the gulliest blocks
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Winter time drug game slow my niggaz
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pump skullies and socks
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But I ain't gonna challenge you to talk
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I'ma see you when I see you with the bats,
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hi calibers and hawks- what
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[Chorus]
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[Infa.Red]
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Yeah, introduced, yeah- Infa.Red, yeah, c'mon! Let's go! Ayo!
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You hatin' on Infa.Red get on line
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I got more fans than the project building in the summer time (ahh!)
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Shit on your idol smack your protege (Ruff Ryders!)
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Kick your moms in the back crack her vertebrae
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And fagots only respect pressure
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If you ballin' why you staring at old
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Moet bottles on your dresser
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And I'm not the one to brag
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But I put more red dots on you than a target bag (wooh!)
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I sew your body up in a mattress (yeah!)
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Put you in the basement use you for target practice (oh my God!)
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I feel like Q when her pushed Bishop off the roof (oh!)
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These niggaz in the hood keep sayin I got the juice (yeah!)
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I'm a hustler first a rapper second (c'mon!)
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Don't tell Hove or L.A. Reid that's off the record
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I just tripled my advance
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you Hummer stuntin like you got birds
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you only getting points off grams-cock sucka
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[Chorus]
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[Kartoon]
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I don't wanna hear about your set or wherever you claim
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Don't tell me 'bout oh boy, whatever his name
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Don't you know in anybody hood barettas'll reign
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New York don't think O-dog is jealous of Kane
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I'm never mad at a nigga about the letter he bang
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I tell niggaz to get they money up and better they aim
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Controversial sales'll let me make a controversial statement
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I will murder everybody in this game stop hatin'
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If it's true that the rap game ain't far from coke
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I could tell you how many bubbles in a bar of soap
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I'm Double R biatch that's V.I.P
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Ghetto parks on me, street niggaz might need to see ID
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K in the truck on the low-low
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Even got the house on hydrolics it's jumpin with doe doe
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Keep a lil something somethin' kissin that waist
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Cali go hard never mention that place
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[Chorus]
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[Flashy]
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Yeah! Fuck! Uh! What?
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It's Flashy y'all yeah I spit the cockiest bars
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So if there's beef nigga then see me I'm not a mirage
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I rock with a R so if anything pops I'm involved
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The six sawyers poppin' 'em all and the problem is solved
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See Ruff Ryders's like a religion I follow the laws
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Stick to code violating bodies'll fall
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Its not an option to starve
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That's why I stay in the booth like prison guards when they watchin' the yard
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And yeah I heard they callin Flashy
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insane 'cause I ain't change
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Got a new deal and I still catch a cab or a train
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I'm still the same nigga packaging caine
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Rolling up L after L like Cool J was on the back of my name
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So if its drama niggaz know where I live
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But I guarantee you'll pay some
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repercussions for approaching the crib
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'cause if the raps ain't soak in your
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wig then ice pokin' your ribs
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'cause when its beef the hood know what it is- Nigga
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[Chorus]x2
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Keep The Gunz Cocked
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| Ruff Ryders |
