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Verse One: Demon
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My click is in it til it's over, never sober
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Bustin over, layin Elaine with the cane and the Rover
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Pray to Jehovah, for the nigga with the Ruger
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The young Don, the Heron mover
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You know my hustle, I bring the fo' pound to the tussle
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Motherfuck your pit with no muzzle
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So chill cuzo, let me blow for my niggaz
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Runnin round, get down like motherfuckin gorillas
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Shorty bop the wolop, in the spot with the dollop
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Pot full of acid, I got the game mastered
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Move dimes, hit twenties addicted to gettin money
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It could be a hundred degrees and never look sunny
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Black I'm tryin to live, somethin got to give
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But everyday's the same old, runnin from po-po
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Mom think I'm loco, cause I sell crack and puff cocoa
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Yo, it's the style see it's still the same
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And when worse comes to worse, I steal the cane
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Papi know my face, so he don't expect it
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Runnin from the gutter so he gots to accept it
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Stripped his ass naked, then I put a slug in him
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He just another motherfucker, ain't no love in him
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I put a bug in him, never sleep on one who never slept
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I take my last breath every time I hit the meth
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It's the D to the E, M to the O N
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Blowin, steady playin shotgun, throwin
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Don't you see the shorty with the baseball cap
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Don't make me flip motherfucker with this baseball bat
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Best to brace yo' gat, 'fore I brace mine, cause I lace nine
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From yo' dome to yo' motherfuckin spine
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Chorus: Puff Daddy
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I be, that nigga that yo' niggaz can't fuck wit
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That nigga that yo' bitches wanna creep wit
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That nigga that you can't get along wit
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Playa hate but you wanna do a song wit
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That nigga that you see in the videos
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That nigga with the jewels and the jiggy hoes
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That nigga that'll die for his main man
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That nigga with the gettin money gameplan
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Verse Two: Jadakiss
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Haven't you heard that Bad Boys move in silence yet?
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When you increase the peace, the mo' wild it get
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I'm only sizin you niggaz from the waist up
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And I ain't, wettin no parts you can't touch with makeup
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Mr. Jacob without the Ladder
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It don't matter clap your wake up and do a shakeup
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nobody badder, since the, baby finksta
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I was in the playpen wai-tin for kids to enter
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Shit I even blitz the rich to get chips
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Housekeeper disguised with the nine bubble grip
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Extra clip in the vacumn if I slip
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Room service ring the alarm and get the bomb
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Blown the hall pearl wide bill long gone
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Plus I got the power to ramshack, you dig that?
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Worldwide while you simply thought where you lived at
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Chorus
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Verse Three: Sheek
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You don't really wanna get involved, with the L-O-X car
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Tellers, Goodfellas, that's who we are
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You can't outsell us, it ain't shit you could tell us
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Jealous dog, cause we spread like relish
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Bad Boys, and we all eat together
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When it go down, then we draw heat together
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Since I made the connection with the big man
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I done got big plans, to be a little nigga in the big Land
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Ghetto star, presidential all gift wrapped
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And what you call weight, I know cats who sniff that
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Enjoy life, what are you sayin?
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If the DA ain't got a nigga payin, papi got him weighin
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Anything to do with money you can count J in
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Next time we bring it to these faggots we ain't playin
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Cream of the crop, and we ain't never gonna stop
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Hittin you in your head with that butter from The Lox
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Chorus (fades)
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I Got The Power
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