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(Jay!) Fuck that
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(This is it right here baby!)
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You know what it is
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[Jadakiss]
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Yo, I used to have bad luck
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Now you might see me in a Jag truck
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Mad stuck, either with a dime or a bad duck
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Double-R T with the matchin bandana
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38-snub blue steel with no hammer
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And I see y'all niggaz tryin to glance at the 'Kiss
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Cause I walk around with your whole advance on my wrist
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Phonin your women, drunk off Corona's and lemon
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And you know I'm still writin the mean, lightin the green
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I need to boogie, even though I look, right in the beam
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Judge find out it's my team, he boost they bails
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Niggaz throw us on they album, try to boost they sales
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We put our pies on the table and our eyes on a label
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Cause them rednecks up in the mountains'll try to slay you
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(They call me) Raspy, tell you what I want you to know
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Fuck what you ask me - you probably don't, want me to blow
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I got a lot of horsepower so I'm able to skip
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Usually a good nigga, even though I'm able to flip
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You pay 30 for the 'Kiss (uh-huh) a 100 for The L.O.X. (yeah)
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And if we cool, then I write a hook for a drop
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Whatever's in the bank is my bet, a z-bull's my pet
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and you can bet he'll get the legs and the neck
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[Sheik Luciano]
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Uh-huh, yeah, aiyyo
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Yo when my gun bust, send niggaz to the fish like Swanson
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New York's youngest Bumpy Johnson, I put fear in y'all heads
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Sheik Luc', type of nigga gasoline y'all beds
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And that's warnin, if you all alive in the mornin, that's fine
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Now I suggest you hit the block and get what's rightfully mine
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I want PC - see me? Tuck in your chains
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I got niggaz my pop's age that lifestyle ain't changed
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It's like wake up, move a brick, half of it slow
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Make car money, check with Sheik, go fuck with a hoe
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I rock a waist length mink, do-rag under my fitted
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And I don't even want waves, Timbs be halfway new
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That's Sheik in the dress-up club cause I don't fuck with shoes
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And for my nigga's life, I swear to the Bible, let it be told
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I put thirty in your head, all in the same hole
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Cause we got the same goal, and you try an' tamper with mine?
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Don't make me motherfuckin leave you with some shit in yo' spine
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Fuck with me you be a WAS nigga, nigga WAS dope
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Nigga WAS gettin money 'fore I extorted your coke, 'ju crazy?
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[Styles]
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Aiyyo, catch me with a thirty-eight, box and shells
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In a ninety-eight Lincoln eatin pasta shells
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Order to go, always got a box of L's
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Blow, stay on the low, get a Heine' and swig
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I'm Pinero, so I hate a snake, rat, or a pig
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I pop shit cause I'm the second best, the first was B.I.G.
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Y'all niggaz is son-ned out, let me speak to your father
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Cause I like to play chess and I swing the revolver
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If I don't like a nigga, I don't even be bothered
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I spit, I'm just a crooked nigga goin legit
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You hold your nine if you holdin a brick
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Common sense, Fed drama, you hit the Bahamas, get bent
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L.O.X. get respect like Sonny from "Bronx Tale"
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Us and DMX, the Ruff Ryder cartel
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Thirsty to live, are y'all niggaz eager to die?
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I tell all my niggaz ride, you won't leave with a dime
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Motherfucker
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[Jay-Z]
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Yeah, yeah
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I'm a monster, I sleep whole winters; wake up and spit summers
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Ghetto nigga, puttin up Will Smith numbers
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Surrounded by 6's and Hummers, bitches among us
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Tryin not to let this bullshit become us
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It started from hunger, til it all went insane
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Now bitches notice the chains now that I hit my number
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The chickens I twisted see the digits unlisted
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The beeper done changed; you dead bitch, the Reaper done came
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I suggest niggaz stop speakin my name
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Cause trust me, y'all can still feel the heat in the rain
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I keep creepin, streets keep watchin, I keep poppin
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Niggaz is hot heads and the bullets is heat-seekin
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Jay flow for pesos -- chase hoes NOT
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I just circle 'round the block in a drop
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Tell them jump through the top (uh-huh)
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where the sun roof used to be
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I could see y'all not used to me
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Nigga flows like none other - I'm the meanest
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toughest Don Dada, the gun butcher
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You the type that bust a lot of shots and none touch ya
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I'm the type that get excited, when the gun touch ya
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Motherfucke |