[Verse 1 - Pusha T]
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I be the first one to bust, first one you lust
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Experiential flows, that make our souls touch
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When it comes to heat, 40-cally chrome clutch
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Out the burning at 'cha teal-blue and guild up
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Sorry no introduction, I was speedin'
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First name Terror, first half the Clipse that leave you bleeding
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Got phony rap cats, be actin' obsurd
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Fake hardcore, and really y'all lovebirds
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My dogs flip bricks and live in the suburbs
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While y'all on the block sweatin' what the 'necks heard
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Sick over this, like I had you sippin' on piss
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Type thing I do to fake Dons, thinkin' it's Cris
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My relations, love hate, my family, love hate
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How you hold heat sideways, expect to shoot straight
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My crib ADT nightly, with steel gates
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And the only thing that separates us, drug weight
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[Chorus - Pusha T (Pharrell)]
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How can hear me out yo, what I'm talking 'bout yo
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You don't want to get in this game
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The world's my monopoly, wit' your bitch on top of me
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You don't want to get in this game
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So roll your dice (chicka-chicka-ah)
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Tell me what you got, is it your ice (chicka-chicka-ah)
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Or is it your life, do what's right (chicka-chicka-ah)
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'Cause you can't roll twice
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Safety's stuck, give a fuck, negotiating wit' price
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[Verse 2 - Malice]
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Malice, from the Clipse, laser tap with steel tips
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Hold like two rubber grips, with snug fit
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You know the type, money your 'wice, money your life
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Or either at the club sippin' on Henny and nice
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Shit, we pretty nice, own it at any price
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Got them hardcore, wannabe thugs callin' on Christ
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Yo, I run wit' common, who be dippin' on they bonds
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Man, bullets and slugs, all the above wit' times ten
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It can be love, like hugs and kiss, clubs or fists
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Or Malice, good enough your shit like bloods and crips
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Twist ya chil-mo, hit the road in double R's
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Me and girlfriend, mix drinks and double straws
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If you heard, that my dog is strapped, 'cause they are
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Take kinda know face, that sound familiar
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Watch your step, those that slept, they still sleepin'
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Left 'em wit two in they chest and still leakin'
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[Chorus]
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[Outro - Pusha T]
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I tried to tell you
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You don't want to get in this game
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But you didn't listen
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You didn't fuckin' listen, now look at you
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Yo, stakes is higher now bitch
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Stakes is higher now
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Yo, everybody else
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Consider yourself warned
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[Chorus w/ Ad-libs]
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Hear Me Out
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