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[Featuring Grand Puba Sadat X Wakeem]
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Hook:
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Word up hip hoppers as you feel the breeze
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From New York straight talk to the Tokyo scene (x4)
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Sadat X:
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Walkin' New York with the big stick loaded
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Most voted for the daily tabloid from Tokyo to Repungy Square
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I be there and as the plan unfrail I freak the ?
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Sadat X I'm more New York then the yellow cabs
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I'll move your pectorial muscle on down to your abs
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My man Honda not the car but the DJ
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Attacks the pans and move fast with your hands
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Up in the wild lands and walked across the burning sands
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Can I have a little more Saki in my cup?
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Yo DJ Honda I'm kinda fonda these Japanesse women
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They treat me like a king and scream my name out loud
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There's room for one more three is never a crowd
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My Cloak and Dagger is enough to make you swagger
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Been on this here stage since 12 years of age
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Ha the pleasure prince of poem is invincible
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Sight unseen I'm long and lean
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It's like that Sadat is president
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Ha live and on stage New York resident
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Check it
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Hook (x4)
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Wakeem:
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Uh oh camras in flick reports all on my shit
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Chickens be analyzin' from London to Japan
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Showin' me and my man we chinky off the scomma
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They know we holdin' for drama so they ain't sayin' nathin'
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Meditatin' mad gucci eatin' sushi
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With the chinks who sport links and Georgio Armanni
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See me in my China mommy slippin' outta town
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She love a nigga long time still holdin' me down
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And tell 'em I'm the King Of New York a black Frank White aiight
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I'm still polititic scrappin' all the paper in
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Bringin' the socki in the Bronx got a brother thinkin'
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Live Tokeyo watch Sadat will blow the spot up
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Hook (x4)
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Grand Puba:
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It's time to run right through ya like White Castle do ya
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Be true to the game or I'll play like I never knew ya
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Brothers here can't get a red penny
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Mess around and catch a bad one like that devil Denny
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Now a days I'm real leary on the Hilfigure
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Hit them people off it's time to see a nigga
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A phat Benz seven figures and all that
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Cause I'm the one who put Tommy Hilfigure on the map
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It's time to surrender servin' MC's like a bartender
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Monkey wrench your whole agenda
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Brother got more game then Bob Barker
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But I'm smoother than Peter Parker
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In junior high I kept Vodka in my locker
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Mama left don't get home till 6:30
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Bag a joint persue to groove and get dirty
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I'm puttin' MC's to the curb
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Puttin' brothers outta buisness like Barny did Big Bird
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I got to have it bad I'm hungry mess around I'll swallow ya
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I'm hungrier then a nigga in Somalia
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Grand Puba Sadat X comin' here to wet it
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Not gonna let it, no
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My rhymes vary cause I'm good like Carey
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Pop shit like a cherry make you blue like berry
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I stay thinkin' me take shorts is dead and stinkin'
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I spilt Malibu on my knickers down to my last drink and
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Oh let me out so I can run my route
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Plus make the girls pout cause I am trippin' out
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Baby, no maybe baby on top like gravy
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Roll with more motherfuckers than the Navy
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No fakin' I puts the Asalam with the Lakim
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While brothers turnin' fowl like bacon
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You still can't have my stylle cause it's taken
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I'll leave you in your boots shakin'
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While I'm countin' all the money that I'm makin'
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No diggedy no doubt
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With my man Honda and I'm out
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Hook
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Straight Talk From NY
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DJ Honda |