feat. Styles P
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I'm back, back in the booth
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You heard them tell lies, now listen to the truth
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We was young busting the duce, duce off the roof
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Heard please come and get me, poof
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Poof, disappear, reappear, got cocaine, nigga, come reappear
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Caught a key chain, hold a key, LOX nigga, know about the trilogy
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What? Just 'cause the Knicks lost, New York is still balling, nigga get lost
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Shit, I drove the truck before the coupe and shit I stay a little low
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Try probably any place, I want them all, fucking go
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And the money ain't a problem or the motherfucking hoe
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Old beef, if I get out let the motherfucker go
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Wow, smell that loud aroma? RIP to the people out in Oklahoma
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Street diploma, you ain't got a GED, you learn all your hip hop from BET
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To be me you better have some degree and say that Romeo shit, Funk Master P
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I do a show on rock classics classically, suck my dick, remember?
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Kiss about to drop then the locks, ' blocks
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Next assemble and they wanting on a killer, part two of the silverback gorilla
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Getting money touring to come chilling
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All the joints to the face ain't a problem but I'm the problem with a '
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Everything about me, head shot, body shot, you ever doubt me
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Ever, watch glow, chain glow, bullet on your head like a kango
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Listen lil' nigga, you a lamo, only thing you missing is the bumper sticker rainbow
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What you know about P? 38 for the pound, 22 for the ki'
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But the dope back free, that's a sample, leave examples, get the candle
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At the money count wrong, word to the ' you go to the ounce lone
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Doubt me I'll shoot you and until the doubt gone
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Word to any town, niggas is out on
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Later dog, get your girl scouts on, desktop, only thing I put a mouse on
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The man surviving, I bet you vouch for him, bullet in the head dead on the couch foam
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Bitch nigga, sick nigga, fuck boy nigga, trick nigga
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Soft nigga, lost nigga, fucking with the boss, you the cost, nigga
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Bout Me
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| Sheek Louch |
