What you looking for, what you looking for, what you need? (chorus 8x)
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(Juicy J)
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It's about 7:30, a nigga out there early early
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I'm on the ?burna? phone, just got paged by a curly curly
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hit me on my horn three times if you want the crack
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But fool don't be paging me no more for no credit sack
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Sipping on a forty, what's up shorty? (girl: What's up)
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Can I get that face? (Boy please)
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I'm out here trying to make this doped down money
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Fuck you anyway (Fuck you too)
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Hoes want a nigga that's breaking them off
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I ain't got time for that
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but if you want to get real high up to the sky I'm slinging packs
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(Dj Paul)
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I'm booing yay up out the taxi when I'm in the N.Y.
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My brother Phil D. gots my back up in the Chi.
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L.L., Sunny Sunny, Chris and don't forget Dough
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Got you faded by the pound, nigga keeping 'em though
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Lil Fin and Queens mound ya'll forever be thick
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P-mall don't ball I see you moving that shit
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T-bolo, never solo, he ride with Tony D. 'times
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Up in the polo (go 'head, go 'head) Blast my enemies
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Chorus x8
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(Lord Infamous)
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The devil's greatest trick was convincing the world he did not exist
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Now I must wrote this strategy to the drunk of this
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Carnal ? knowledges, we will not acknowledge it
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Nickels sold up in the park dog, I want my fucking part of it
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Got to make a pretty pay, Scarecrow for the night and day
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Niggas on the ledge or on the roof, we got to move this today
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And don't get no prophet ?, when you pushing hop yo
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Tell this china white style you back, oh, you go, oh
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I'm going to take a walk to the boulevard,
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till they check on his face and pace
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And make sure way this movie straight, Kaiser Soze
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I'm walking on razor blades, and keeping them flambayed
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'Cause whats on that plate is that Peruvian high grade
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I love crack addicts, they have this mesh to me, Sunny
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With rocks in your hand it should disappear and turn to money
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The green ill leafs, the evil roots and the seed is greed, paint enemy
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Like time the streets is calling me to feed
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Chorus x8
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(Project Pat)
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Friends and money, just like oil and water
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Cross the line and you can prepare for the slaughter
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'Outta be shot what you looking for some credit bro'
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I got them rocks to get you high but you twenty short
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A newport is all I can give ya' player
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So push on Project Pat ain't no perpetrater
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A demonstrater, demonstrating dog how it goes
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Hanging with killers with them drains coming out their nose
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Opposing laws in this game so I can stay on top, by slanging rock
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Oh I use my mask and my glock,
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It's non-stop, crack sales every block in town
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I'm trying to come up in this shit just like Nino Brown
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I'm staying down, watching out, trigger finger itching
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But collard greens like the dope cook up in the kitchen
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You come up missing when you owe a nigga on my block
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'Cause down here you get killed over a dime rock
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Chorus fades out...
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What You Lookin' For
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| Tear Da Club Up Thugs |
