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Intro:
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[Sheek]
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Yo I might get drunk
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[Jadakiss]
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Jeckel and Hyde
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Roll these with lemons
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[Sheek]
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I'm tellin' y'all Niggas
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Swizz Beatz
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Chorus:
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[All]
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If you know, like we know, like they know
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L.O.X. is the best
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If you know, like we know, like they know
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Swizz Beatz is the best
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If you know, like we know, like they know
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Ruff Ryders is the best
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If you know, like we know, like they know
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We'll bring it to their chest
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Verse 1:
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[Sheek a.k.a Louch]
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Yo if I can't make money
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Then you can't either
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If I didn't have to rap
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I have blown in the freezer
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[Styles a.k.a Holiday]
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If I can't rock Nikes
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or Tim's with double soles
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I have the 9 in the pound
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And leave your ass full of holes
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[Jada a.k.a Kisseastwood]
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If I didn't push a Benz
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And I didn't push a Lex
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Then the Ambulance will come
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And they be pushin' on your chest
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[Swizz Beatz]
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If I couldn't hit the studio
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and make another record
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For my double R Niggas
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I'll lay y'all on stretchers
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[Sheek a.k.a Louch]
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Now I might get drunk
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Or I might get high
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But my game stay Trump
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And my style stay fly
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[Styles a.k.a Holiday]
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I might hit a dime
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Or I might hit a duece
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And when I wanna go to war
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Is when you wanna call a truce
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[Jada a.k.a Kisseastwood]
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I might buy 'em cooked
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Dough I might buy 'em raw
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And I might tap your chin
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Or I might cross your jaw
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[Swizz Beatz]
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Now I might go 18's
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I might go 20's
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I might use dumdums
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Cause y'all Niggas dummies
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Chorus:
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Verse 2:
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[Sheek a.k.a Louch]
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Ayo, me without weight
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Is like Harlem without 8
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[Jada a.k.a Kisseastwood]
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Yeah, me with no funds
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Is like Queens with no dunns
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[Styles a.k.a Holiday]
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And me with no beef
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Is like Brooklyn with no guns
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[Swizz Beatz]
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Man and me with no beats
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Is like Cali with no blunts
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[Sheek a.k.a Louch]
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First I got head from her
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Then I hit her from the back
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Then she told me that she hustled
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So I hit her with a pack
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[Jada a.k.a Kisseastwood]
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Yeah, screw how many mics you got
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How much ice you got
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My bullets'll make you icy-hot
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[Styles a.k.a Holiday]
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Y'all, all my Niggas killas
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We don't talk on the phone
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And give a way better message
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When we come in your home
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[Swizz Beatz]
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Yo, catch me Down-South
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When I'm pumpin' up things
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and my name ain't Rover
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Don't jump on my rings
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[Sheek a.k.a Louch]
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Man, you gotta have your hustle right
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When you up in the game
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[Jada a.k.a Kisseastwood]
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You gotta have your lawyor money
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For you firm-aly change
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[Styles a.k.a Holiday]
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And don't you leave out the house
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Without bringer your things
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[Swizz Beatz]
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We gonna Ruff Ryde, Nigga
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>From here to the bank
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Interlude:
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[Sheek a.k.a Louch]
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What you greaseball cocksuckers thought it was over
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This double R, Nigga, L.O.X.
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We are the streets
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When the kennels is open the dogs is biting, bitch
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Shits real
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Verse 3:
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[Drag-on]
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Yo, yo, yo, yo
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I might pull up in a V,
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that cost more than a buck
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Then turn around and burn it
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Cause you thought it was plush
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[Eve]
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Anytime I get on fire
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I get a car to match
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And tell any rapper you name
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You gard it black
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[Drag-On]
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When I bust my hammer
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I nail my Nigga
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We the Ruff Ryder family
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All hail, my Niggas
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[Eve]
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And I might ride, I might die
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That's up to the Lord
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And my Niggas might come home
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That's up to the ?
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[Drag-On]
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Yo, If money make you feel good
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I'm happy with lead
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Joe Pesci-style
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Kickin' Niggas after they dead
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[Eve]
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Picture the litter
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Hold the 4-5th for my Niggas
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Writin' the venom
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Ass look right in the dinner
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[Drag-On]
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?Dockin'? you pay
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Word from me you clockin' the Yay
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I hustle for real
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Let you hold the block for a day
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[Eve]
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Pull it in your brain
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And give you a hot idea
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You wanna low
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Here's a casket you can hide out there
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Chorus: til fade
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If You Know
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The L.O.X. |