[Verse 1]
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Who want to bet us that they can't fuck with us
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Stack cheddar forever, live treacherous, all the etceteras
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Until the death of us me and my confidantes, we shine
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We make the ambiance you niggas just rhyme
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You little niggas need guidance you barking up the wrong trees
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Pissing on the wrong hydrants, on my hyphens
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I grew up around violence, you grew up playing violins
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In your hood silence, where I'm from sirens
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They just killed this vibe, they just killed this vibe
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There's something about killing shit that makes us feel alive
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We feed off your energy, we see you on that Kenny G
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Just tooting your own horn, do your thing my N I G
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Whenever you (ven aqui) to that mighty NYC
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We gon' check that name you claim, bring your [?] and I.D
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We take it the wrong way, all gold everything
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One gold watch, two gold chains, give me all those - everything
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Y'all don't want to bump heads, (Ocho), Everlane
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Them boys will leave you butt naked, the mall closed and everything
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The (Streets Is Watching) asking if you gon' reply to them
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Seems like I woke up sleeping giants - Eli and them
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[Hook]
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A major comeback up from my minor setback
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They still don't know we living just thinking about the get back
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The get back [8x]
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I crack a smile knowing God has a day for me
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Until that day comes I slay these niggas faithfully
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The get back [8x]
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[Verse 2]
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I'm like Nino with the uzi back of the motorcycle heading
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To get back at them Italians who killed Keisha at the wedding
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I'm like dope boy looking for Ricky's killer - one last soldier
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Niggas who turn they backs on me turn your punk ass over
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Y'all smoked my cousin Harold, now I'm in the Camaro
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Loving and Happiness playing, me and my dog with this double barrel
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38, 40 belows, live or die motherfucker
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I'm Pac [?] "Riverside Motherfucker!"
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The get back everybody better get back, tell my niggas in the jet black
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Until the seats let back on your jet back, if you're a gambling man you could bet that
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It's a sure thing not just a New York thing or a rich or a poor thing
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It's a lace your boots pull your drawstring who want to go to war thing
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It's a who gon' protect your thing who really want it more thing
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Putting legends in coffins and some bullet holes in the door thing
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It's a nobody saw things, street cold not a law thing
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It's kids that wasn't taught things, old ladies like poor thing
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Poor thing and the get back is important
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Poor thing for the dead homies we poor 'paign
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Like what you say while it's cocked back to him
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Guess what goes around comes around got back to him
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[Hook]
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[Interlude]
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Now these motherfuckers smoked your God damn cousin in front of you nigga!
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Blew his head off in front of your face and you ain't gon' do shit?
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You acting like a little bitch right now nigga!
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Man fuck that I ain't letting that shit ride!
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We gon' go in there and smoke all these motherfuckers I don't care who the fuck out there!
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Goddamnit! Is you down nigga?
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The Get Back
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| Fabolous |
