[Styles P]
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Shifty, low down, gritty and grimy
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Like Fredro, fuck it, I get the bread, though
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I take the nine and buck it up at your head, though
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I run your jewels, you do it because I said so
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Ride around the hood with niggas that let the lead go
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I will never rat told my lawyers, to tell the feds, so
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Word to the bullpen sandwich, and the bed roll
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Like Starks in the Game of Thrones, let my head roll
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Real nigga, nigga real
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Team full of shooters, willing to pull the trigger still
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If they see you ain't got a deal, take it from me
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If they feel like you pussy, they be waiting for you
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I ain't pussy, go 'head and wait
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You the dickhead, that the bullet gonna penetrate
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Dead nigga, dumb nigga
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Fucking with a killa, should of knew it's red rum, nigga
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[Chorus: N.O.R.E.]
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I really drink Tiger Balm (you can Google that)
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And I shot niggas too (you can Google that)
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See I smoke big (you can Google that)
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You heard I did a little bid (you can Google that)
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Fuck niggas (you can Google that)
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Nigga, fuck the other side (you can Google that)
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Fuck niggas (you can Google that)
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Nigga, fuck the other side (you can Google that)
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[N.O.R.E.]
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Yeah, I'm from the era of the stick house
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Where niggas used to cook bricks, at the chick house, after you re-up
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Dominicans, Washington Heights, they had me up
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Dimilo, weather so cold, it's like three below
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My kicks stay fresh like a brand new baby ass
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I found a Chinese chick with a crazy ass
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I call her Suckmioffa, all she did was suck me off
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All she want was wonton soup and some butter sauce
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Leather, she told me that she Google my name up
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Shootings, robberies, and big coke came up
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See I'm an accurate shooter through your medulla
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You can get your ruler, bought a missile the size of Zab Judah
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I smoke weed, no other shit
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The widows getting high on some other shit
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You can keep that, respect to you
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Get out of line with the heater to your neck, to you
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[Chorus]
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[Raekwon]
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Yo, more money then Google, ya'll niggas is doodoo
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Throw the mac in your mouth and butt fuck your booboo
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Yeah, pause little pussy, I'm the cable man, flow direct
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Your hoe I wreck, horse brick stable, man
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Black trunk, nigga, with fat pockets
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Crooked like Jesse Jackson in the Black Watching
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Broke nigga, with rich whores
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Run up in the Hampton, sawed off, and get yours
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Always rock the freshest, since AJ Lesters
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Cooling off Orchid, buying shoes and vests
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Gwop lieutenant, who in it, yo, we winning, now send it
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I post in the ghost, the dumbest groupies is bidding
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Pocket full, rock to rule, chef is unstoppable
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Raised in the cage, ran with the cocky wolves
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Lefrak, Yonkers to Staten walls, niggas take massive pulls
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So now we blast and let bastards move
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[Chorus]
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Google That
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