It's Loaded, hey little loved
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I'm always gonna be beloved, you understand that?
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My vision getting clearer I'm looking in the mirror
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I'm saying to myself that's a fly nigger
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Harlem is the city got all my niggers with me
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You know that they get bus lets ride nigger
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Da da di ri ri da ri da, di ri ri da ri da
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You niggers know I'm hot right?
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Da da di ri ri da di yey, di ri ri da di yey
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You trying to take my spot right?
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Play the bench the starters is staying in
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My thinking cap on I'm 'bout ready to raise the brim
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Been bathing in the money so honeys the fakers went
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I got enough fans ain't looking to make a friend
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Right?
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Bad news for niggers with rap moves
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The facts prove I way up in the stat pool
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If cash rules the bread good then you fast? fool
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Thought I left, but I ride on'em like tattoos
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Mirror on the wall, who's the flyest of all
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Maybe the monologue, or fancy designer clothes
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Buying' out the bar for baby behind the bar
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So you can tell them niggers retire I'm on my job
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They want me as a martyr drop the hem on a mama
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RIP out to Huddy and light a candle for Harlem
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Bring the niggers that knew me
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And bitches that love me truly
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100 bands in the box
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And bury me in my Gucci
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Beloved
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Da da di ri ri da ri da, di ri ri da ri da
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You niggers know I'm hot right?
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Da da di ri ri da di yey, di ri ri da di yey
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You trying to take my spot right?
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All my fans say fuck you in the fan mail
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Cause I had they main girl on a hand held
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I go to the store they try to pop my fan belt
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Then I body'em in the street like Cornbread Earl
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Boy I'm that thorough, I'm like a pitbull
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Windex in the pen to make it crystal
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170 but in rap I'm a big dude so yeah, I got bars like a gym room
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Boy I'm that dirty so tell the rap Jury
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That tennis, the only way a nigger gonna serve me
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My black mac Bernie, I even mac Siri
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Shit I'm killing the mic like Conrad Murray
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Get ya weight up boy, you wanna hustle with it
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Even my protein bars got muscle in it
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Pop my trunk, pop yours nothin' in it
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I'm cool so hold up, wait a minute
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Da da di ri ri da ri da, di ri ri da ri da
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You niggers know I'm hot right?
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Da da di ri ri da di yey, di ri ri da di yey
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You trying to take my spot right?
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Lux I'm Loaded 'bout ready to spit a verse
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On haters I unloaded be ready to get his hearse
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I'm bout to send him notice
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If Harlem don't get him first
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Send him down to unemployment
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Cause homie gone get this work
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Hot Benz, every honey is top ten
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If she Hops in, then more than likely we not friends
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Look I'm locked in,
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Hit you like Skelly, your top spin
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First I pop, then I'm out like Pirellis on stock rims
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Flyest in the game, still applying the pain
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Since Milk was top billing
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And '. was riding the train
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These paper thin villains get scraped and thrown in the flame
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85 percent of rappers is fake and so is they chain
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85 percent of rappers is fake and so is they chain
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85 percent of rappers is fake and so is they chain
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Now that's a no-brainer
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36 in my Chamber
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Now a moment of silence
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I throw a L up for banger
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Lyricist not a singer
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Don't ever forget its Gangsta
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The Ladies they get the thumbs up
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Coppers they just get the finger
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Beloved
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Da da di ri ri da ri da, di ri ri da ri da
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You niggers know I'm hot right?
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Da da di ri ri da di yey, di ri ri da di yey
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You trying to take my spot right?
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Rite (Remix)
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| Loaded Lux |
