[Nas]
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See no evil.. fear no evil.. speak no evil.. hear no evil..
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If you don't bring that shit around you
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You ain't got nuttin to worry about (uh-huh)
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Yeah (yeah, uh-huh)
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Knah-sayin?
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Yo, yo yo yo
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Carolyn, from Maryland, she Lady Heroin
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She elegant -- her apparel in the M-Class caravan
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Ki's of dope, lovin cats to ski in her dope
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She fuck killers in her condo, her Benz and her boat
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Her iced throat, ass is curvy, 40 years old
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She passin for 30, Gucci framed glasses from Purvy's
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Madison Ave., shoppin when she not, coppin bricks of that shit
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She hoppin on dicks, ridin Pony's who trick
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At my man's wake, she said the eulogy
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After that I usually, bumped into her shoppin for jewerly
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Her bodyguard screwin me, I gave her my math
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Ain't nothin new to me, blowin backs out, six-pack Stout's
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Wide fat mouth, the evil look, with a bow-leg
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Yo niggaz said, "Shorty's a pro, she blow heads
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She push the fo' red, she know Feds, Feds know her"
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A code red, maybe she's out to slay me, this bitch is crazy
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She blew the celly up, meet me at the telly to fuck
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She knew about, cats from way back, we smoke the haystack
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She never cough once, blunts was her hobby
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She said I knew her man probably, no doubt, not since he tried to rob me
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I jetted though, sometimes you never know
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He snorted all her work, now she need me, to do her dirty work
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It's a small world ("It's a.. small world..")
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Nigga you reap what you sew
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What goes around, comes around
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If you sleep you don't know
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A very small world ("It's a.. small world..")
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where beef could never end
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At the time you least expect it
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I'ma see you again
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It's a small world ("It's a.. small world..")
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You get away with it now
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Soon enough it catches up to you
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Someway, somehow
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Yo it's a small world
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Watch what you do.. ("It's a.. small world..")
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Snook from Redhook was grimy, did five years, glad to be home
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from Attica known, for keepin chrome calibers
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Smooth like a Wallaby shoe, he's out to get it
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Five years plannin to blow, soon as he hit the bri-dicks
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Had a girl in Woodside Queens, thought he was low
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Played the crib for a month, and deaded his P.O.
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Started robbin niggaz til he caught a whole kilo
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He had a bunch of starvin niggaz he owe, he never paid though
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Got large, sign on his door, "Don't knock hard"
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Layin with his bitch, niggaz is rich, is what he told her
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Played the block, holdin cracks inside the baby stroller
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Here come his crazy soldier, six shots it's over
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A year went past, Snook went flossin fast
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His old man had crossed his ass, for the laws of this fast cash
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It's a small world ("It's a.. small world..")
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Nigga reap what you sew
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What goes around, comes around
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If you sleep you don't know
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A very small world ("It's a.. small world..")
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where beef could never end
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At the time you least expect it
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I'ma see you again nigga
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It's a small world, no doubt ("It's a.. small world..")
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You get away with it now
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Soon enough it catches up to you
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Someway, somehow
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It's a small world
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Watch what you do.. ("It's a.. small world..")
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I seen death, seen thugs cry, it's bugged why
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we let the slugs fly, enter your brain, through your skull
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Another thug died, pitchin your soul, into that infinite
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black hole, where many souls go cause of a fo'-fo' blast
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Snook was one of em, so many more
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Even that Fendi whore, got niggaz hit up yeah let that Henny pour
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Carolyn, paid-up bitch, made bitch, stay rich
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Heard her bodyguard took Snook to God
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Carolyn when she needed him, he took the job
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He was close to her, ever since she took him inside
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When his moms died, dopefiend OD-ed, eighty-five
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He went crazy, stuck up banks, to stay alive
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He was live - do niggaz even know the things that he tried
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Robbed armored trucks - incidents where po-lice died
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He stayed in lower Eastside, peace God (peace God)
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He starin at me hard
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Two of his mans with him, I got to hit em
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I'm reachin for my Roscoe, cocked it back on, and get my blast on
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At the gas station, bunch of Arabs racin
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out the way, as my Torah spray, jump in the whip
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Hit the highway, you know how I say, the game that |