"Get familiar!"
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Clinton Sparks, Clinton Clinton Sparks
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[Verse 1: Fabolous]
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Niggaz can't breathe when I come through, think I got a young shirt on
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Nah, I pull up the sleeves when I come through
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Hoodrats all fixin they weave when I come through
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I'm lookin Super-man, like Chris Reeves in a Hum 2
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These niggaz change like the leaves when the summer's through
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And these bitches know they gotta leave when I come to
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Slide out the suicides of the R
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Got the waiters in the club doin suicides to the bar
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Ghetto pop bottles, they should fire Tyra
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and give me a show called "The Ghetto's Top Models"
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I'm in a teflon fitted, that'll stop hollows
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Dark tinted sedan, that the cops follow
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Somethin like, when they movin the mayor
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And my phone book alone, will prove I'm a player
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I get around like gossip do, you lucky you live
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But it's still possible to get you in the hospital
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Stupid questions, I'ma answer 'em now
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If I was barely goin gold I won't be dancin around (no way)
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Fly backs out, you lil' bird-ass nigga
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And snack on the cookies and milk in first class nigga
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I pull the cruise club on the back block
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In a Magnum that's the same color as the crack rock (damn)
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Now watch you start fiendin worse, I'm changin my name
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So now you can call me remember where you seen it first
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[Chorus: XL]
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Nigga why they keep lookin at me
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Like he gonna start poppin that shit (gonna start poppin that shit)
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You should know, when I let things go
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That yo' ass is gonna get hit (ass is gonna get hit)
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Recognize who you fuckin with
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And get familiar nigga where we from (nigga where we from)
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Street family, nigga don't you try it
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Cause y'all niggaz still can't deny it (still can't deny it)
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[Verse 2: Fabolous]
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And usually dames choose the same
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And scream out the music name
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It goes fast... whenever I'm in attendance
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You see icy rings, watches and pendants (wow!)
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I'm surround by girls who take sense
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Me and Clue look alike, in them twin Bents
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It's just that intense, we doin mo' betta
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These niggaz ain't go-getters, they ho sweaters
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Might fool y'all but me, I know better
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I flow better than any of these slow spreaders
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And keep stock in the bank, for the low betters
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Nigga I blow cheddar like Richard Pryor
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in "Brewster's Millions," but bitch I'm flyer
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I switch attire then I switch the tires
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And stay from 'round you niggaz that snitch on wire
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You know the "Real Talk" of New York
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3: XL]
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We rollin, gettin dough
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And pull up in the flyest of rides
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And let these niggaz know
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that fuckin with me ain't nothin nice
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Cause all I do is roll my trees and get high
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And stay with a bad-ass chick by my side
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My name is this game is hard to deny (deny..)
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[Chorus]
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Still Cant Deny It
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| Clinton Sparks |
