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[Featuring Raekwon The Chef]
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Yo man what
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Yo y'all niggas know
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Yo you know all that bullshit man
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Yeah some niggas don't even
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These niggas man
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What's the matter wid these niggas man?
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Nah man I'm puttin this shit up
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Fuck dat man
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Ya'll niggas want me to be a crook again
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I know how to do that man don't even play wid
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me like that Yo
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Verse 1:
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We spit rap and fire brown paper bag
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gat rap go whack and float acrooss the map
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floss that anything yell endorse that
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Electric company money honey Gin Romie wrap
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'em like a mummy his style bummy
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Puffy Johnson Charles Bronson mix fly
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deuce flicks new and improved clicks Wu-kit
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Blood on the barrel of a desert out in the desert
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no shade'll live in my square blow the present Clue
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Red meat Shallah want adapt to collect acting like you
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iller on some serial killer you wack duke shirt off
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react like I'm bagging up stabbing up what collect
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a brick pop shit in the six trunk
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Nah nah man, Nah man you wanna have that shit again
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Why you ain't taking this shit to be something that
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it really is man?
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This you life man,
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Shoalin and desert storm
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This mic man he he acting stupid on me man
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What What What
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Verse 2:
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Yo, Aiyyo, yo
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Moseyin thousand dollar uniform you want
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Celine Dion chickenheads yo straight out of Houston
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Big ballers wall to wall brawlers die for us
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Lie for us, snatch white man money cry for us
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Creepin' through the halls on a keyboard
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Friendly blessed dress and all Fendi
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voice rock don't offend me intimidation make
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me blow for the station rep for one nation
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Ghetto bust like revelation, analyse
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losin' two wives livin' two lives
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Crew rise American Cream new guys
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Two hundred pies get rich and plan sweet
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Rappin' like mines you writing like mines they lines
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Grab my dick stay in line we come to whip nines
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Hold lot of carrying time and teaching crackers how
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to shine, oh yeah one thing recognise fucking
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wit the young keep 'em organised rest in peace
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Donny my soul cries, What
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I dunn hold it, hold it, hold it, hold it
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Natural light up, light up, that's my word
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This is this is for Clue right here dunn
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Verse 3:
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I'm third rail though half seal and I blow
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Robert Deniro dough gundelero let the steel blow
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Here me yo wild Trump style dunns connect
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three hundred ones while floating like a
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?macual chest bloaw? most craziest laziest
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All I seeing blazes majorness mechanic wreckor
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on a beige disc payin whether level bank rolls freakin'
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plain clothes Lex big six arrange those snotty nose
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pose dark skinned hoes crazy ill fly jersey exposed
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neck rolls fuck your set flash let those stare the
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Lex nose watching vet po posing wit the most fly
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livest gortex made in Mexico, Brancs fifteen five
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Celine Dion ties two thousand nine bubble eye shit
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*talking by Raekwon and DJ Clue*
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Clue Killuminati
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John Gotti story right here fella
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Huh, Yeah, Word up
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Brown Paper Bag Thoughts
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DJ Clue |