*featuring Cross, Drag-On, Eve, Infa-Red, Sheek
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[Drag-On]
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Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
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Fuck y'all niggas talkin 'bout huh? ("it's time I see you...)
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Get it right, you faggot niggas heard Suge Knight
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Double R's the only niggas he respect and, y'all niggas shook right?
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y'all get on Hot 97 and, talk wit a baritone
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wit two niggas downstairs wit ?licensed guns? to take y'all home
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scared ass niggas, you think they gon take a life so they can get life (nope)
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ask Puff they aint tryin to hear that nigga
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for no cake, and y'all can get at us on Labor Day
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we make stones that say ? your moms labor day
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I'm in the hood so we can link up, any place you think of
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handheld don't hold prints plus I burnt the tip of my fingers
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I'm a Bronx gangsta nigga, double R's hoodrat
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the nigga they come get quick bitch, on this hood shit
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[Cross]
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Y'all bitches think the ryders a joke, well I don't play (let's go)
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I blow you whole fuckin shit up like Tim McVeigh
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gimme the needle, not tomorrow, but today
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Cross comin y'all better get the fuck out the way
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I aint the shit that you see that's on the top of your church
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I put a bomb in your baby carriage, brick through your hearse
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[Infa-Red]
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Tell your CEO, don't call my CEO apologizin (sorry)
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I'm at your wake in the choir standin harmonizin
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It's Infa-Red the shit that be on top of the heater
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The best thing in New York since Steinbrenner signed Jeter
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hold Camby sister the hostage, then send 'em a reef
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so stop frontin vegetarian just scared of beef
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[Eve]
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Yo, ay suck my dick bitch, the way this chick spit ridickliss
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Here we go again, only we on Kiss shit
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we comin and you keep runnin
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you keep claimin you the best that done it
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pussy let me see somethin
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fake niggas screamin "Ryde or Die"
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same niggas we run up on and make 'em cry
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outta all the camps in this game, nigga
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we the champs in this game
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who kick the real shit before the fame
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fuck you fat ass, fake bad ass niggas
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still play the hood while you ride past niggas
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coward trust me, we keep it gutter
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hope you stay mad a hater cuz you can't touch us, huh
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"It's time I see you..."
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[Styles]
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Ayo, I aint got a care in the world
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Kidnappin your kid, maimin your mom, and airin your girl
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and like, you aint got a care in the world
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I'm hopeless and numb, I can't see but I can focus my gun
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and I'm down for smokin blunts to the head
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my nerves is shot, my paces is short, I dump in your head
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I'm the hardest nigga out you outta know it by now
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I'm the nigga that they talk about goin to Chao
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and my name ring bells, my blade stay bloody
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if you heard about me beefin dog I leave the most shells
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the nigga to salute, the quickest to shoot
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Holiday Styles, motherfucker, givin you pound
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[Sheek]
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What? Like I won't run up and break your jaw
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like they make a vest for your head to stop the 4
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I'm tired of rappin, let's get the mack and send niggas on vacation
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right in front of the radio station
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motherfuckers aint quiet til the tech go off
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arteries hitted, hawkin, they neck is shit
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I'm the motherfuckin hardest
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I smack the shit out of any one of your artists
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whatever the label
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y'all niggas don't want beef, y'all want meat at the table
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and I don't give a fuck, Sheek'll do life in the box
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before any of y'all bitch niggas front on the LOX
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What? Motherfuckers, c'mon
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[Jadakiss]
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Yo, If I miss your head and your neck, I'll hurt your chest
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if you from the streets betrayal is worse than death
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and I'm known for gettin money, not known for wildin
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but I'm real I could rock both phones in the island
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this is how we even the bets
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I kill everything you love dog, right now, even the pets
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everything got dubs on it, even the vets
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50 close, then 50 wide, even the sets
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cuz the bullets is like calisthenics when I'm squirtin
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when they start hurtin, that means they workin
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only way we comin is hard
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industry is like jail nigga, double R's runnin the yard, uh
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It's Time I See You
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| Jadakiss |
