Oh, oh, oh,
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Yeah!
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Is the Raekwon
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Unstoppable shit, nigga!
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Come on, man! Sing that shit!
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I went to jail of a heart crap
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They made a mil of a hard rap
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I'm trying to feel what's beyond that (let's go!)
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So I put my faith all in God's ...
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I was lost, couldn't find me
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So how the fuck I end up in Ferraries?
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Just a young nigga in ...
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Now champagne spilling my Versacies, yeah
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Buzzing up these alcoholic leverages
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Passed out, barely know what day is
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Running, but the pain coming quicker
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That's why I put my life in the hands of these strippers.
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Think a devil in disguise, yeah
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Swear I looked the devil in his eyes
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I walked through hell to survive
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Then I found Heaven right between her thighs
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Tell these niggas I'm a rider
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In a court room, drunk, finger to your honor
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Started from the bottom at the bottom with piranhas
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Now it's sunset, strip salad like a...
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Handcuff to a cell for all worries
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I bailed out, no respect, the world touring
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Fast cars, party hard, the same living
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Wake up in hotels with strange women, yeah!
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Hook:
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Act like tomorrow won't come
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Heavy on these streets like I weight ten tones
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.. this money for the paper I run
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I can tell these niggas ain't on me on!
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Homie, you can bat dat!
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Yeah, yeah, homie you can bat dat!
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You can bat me on!
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Yeah, homie you can bat dat!
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I brought killers to my dinner table
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Them boys did it to the dealers' table
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Hard to breathe when them killers face you
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Staring .. tell me who you pray to?
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Caught up in a moment, hope I see tomorrow
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Till it's over, till that waitress bring us twenty bottles
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Trying to tell these kids, find a dream to follow!
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Don't follow me, I'm caught up in Caucasian models!
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Swimming in these bitches all for television
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.. with elevators in 'em!
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Coming from the ghetto, that's a hella way of living
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Bitches see the light, diamonds hell of dripping!
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Caught up in that life, I'm trying to make better choices
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Back street sweeping, in the back of the Rolls Royces
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Nightmares, waking and screaming, I'm hearing voices
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It's a long way back in the jet with all my voices.
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Hook:
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Act like tomorrow won't come
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Heavy on these streets like I weight ten tones
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.. this money for the paper I run
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I can tell these niggas ain't on me on!
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Homie, you can bat dat!
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Yeah, yeah, homie you can bat dat!
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You can bat me on!
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Yeah, homie you can bat dat!
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Bro, bro, what's going?
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Yo, yo, what up? Your god is our body
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Flying through the hood in Maseraties and large bodies
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Moving through the town, involve... gangstas and God got me
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One man can take down the fam copy.
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Cisco on my glass, learn how to hustle, I can rustle
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In front of the children throwing cash
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Maino ain't like that.
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He can't flex it.. he dyslexic
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What he did, new fly crib, new bang boat,
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New ratchet, new whip, new flip, new bitch, new kid
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Low kicks to the three bricks pinching ..
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You sneaky fly niggas see the digs.
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Yeah, we're all best, went up
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Battle when the creature brings your casualties up...
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Don't get stopped!
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Hook:
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Act like tomorrow won't come
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Heavy on these streets like I weight ten tones
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.. this money for the paper I run
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I can tell these niggas ain't on me on!
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Homie, you can bat dat!
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Yeah, yeah, homie you can bat dat!
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You can bat me on!
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Yeah, homie you can bat dat!
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Take care of your,
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I'mma take care of mine, nigga!
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Bat Dat
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Maino |