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[Jadakiss]
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Yeah, what the fuck?
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[Sheek]
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Lox baby
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Sheek Louch, Jadakiss, Styles too
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Blackrob, what the fuck, all up in this mother fucker
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[Jadakiss]
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Bad boy
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Stay back nigga
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[Sheek]
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Ay yo, you want 15 G's thats stuffed in my pocket?
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Nigga stop it, that bullshit you talking go reherse that at Rockets
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Puff lye I pay dues, that nigga with a tattoo
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The thin Ha (Yonkers slang), these motherfuckers gonna watch the Little
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Rascals
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When I say I bust my shit, believe it all the way
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And the summer times where the Chochas show where one in her leg
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If you could walk still, every block in Yonkers be hot still
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With miners that will bust you down faster than cops kill
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Niggas still front and step to you, falsley accused
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that they just shot and you can still be the judge boo
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I die for my 354 niggas, with the young stoned niggas
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Lox are my heart, cold niggas
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Sheek give it to you, like a bitch with a disease
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that got AIDS on her lips and wish and hope you bleed
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So if you want it, Fuck It!
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In the Benz I'll be there, you gonna rot like
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a dead Luco (spanish slang) under the stairs
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[Blackrob]
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Yeah yo, I swing that ass through the E-R, now I'm out the D-R
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heared in New York, y'all was looking for the Hee Haw
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Lads is sweatin' us, we are four of the baddest
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I'm the one that go stick you for all the cabage
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The icon, doing this shit since Stride-on
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Perpitrating ass niggas like you, I keep my eye on
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I rake em, roll em, like smoke from Peter Ross
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Then I hold em, stole em, work hard to be the boss
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My fashion is Kumb-a-i, or else I'm attackin'
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Dukes frontin acting like they toughest then napkins
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Spittin', them bullshit crimes I stay hittin'
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not forgeting, the bullshit crimes and ass whippings
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The whole 9, I dont waste time, I brace mines from the waistlines
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Niggas is scared to face mine
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See I'm a criminal, so after this interview
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I'ma bend a few, Fuck It! Could we sin a few?
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I put one into you, I promise to God
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It's about time y'all niggas pay homage to Rob
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[Styles]
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You can catch me on the low with a Calico bitch,
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I got flow while she's bagging her shit
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Comin' thru in a '98 wagon, lavender shit
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imagine the shit, used to be like packing the clip
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Cop in the truck the S-C cockin' to dump
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You can find me with my enemy coppin' his blunt
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When I'm finished niggas ask which block do I want
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My pockets is lumped, find me on a yacht with a blunt
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What you know about daimonds, nigga knockin' the pump
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While on my spare time I learned to market Heron
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I'm gettin' valuble, celebrate with stuff off the Malibu
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Science is the game and it's all mathematical
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Pearl white Porche, licence plate "radical"
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It's real when the fedaral-ies in Cali get mad at you
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forget that, Lox from the block want the shit back
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And I was in the first place, feeling the hit backs
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[Jadakiss]
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Let me get back like Jada, more 'rabs than 3-ey-doe
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get the potatoe and clap at niggas in brod day-do
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You know the flow, where it come from and where it go
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or where it's gonna be at, that's where we at
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I touch you if you think I'm jiggy with the Puff,
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move and still sellin' forty-thousand a week so Fuck You!
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Three niggas you dont want none of make your insides
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Feel like the summer you gettin' Dumber & Dumber
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While we get smarter and smarter, makin' shit harder and harder
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Til this rap games like the Carter
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I'm Nino, Styles is raw steemed from casinos
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And Sheek is the boss of the Hennisey gambino
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We talking millions, you talking C-notes
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you used to stash dope in a sea coach, couldn't play sweet though
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You know the Kiss, on the low in the mist
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Blowin' roach and sipping Red Ally and Moe with a bitch
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When my niggas'll flip, see how cute you look,
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In the box with the suit on like you used to look
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Hard body with a purple faced future look
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Future crook, the same nigga who's boots I took
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Juliani aint a motherfuckin' joke
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You got mad niggas broke, alot of niggas gettin' that coke
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When they bring it to the lab is it sold to the slab
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First felony, you still gettin' four and a half
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