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[Funkmaster Flex]
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Yeah, you know I had to get Bad Boy up on this piece
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You know I had to get Bad Boy up on this piece!
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Big shot to my man Puff Daddy, Notorious B.I.G., one time!
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[Styles]
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I'd rather not breathe than snitch
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And I love my niggaz not my bitch, Lox pop the clip
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Hit the rap game what's the dope name
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I be a ?chick? named ?Lo Kane?, tellin ma I take her on my own fame
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Movin with, entrepeneurs, from the law
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Coke sniffin bitches hold the fort it's off the wall
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Back to reality my mentality is fatality
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Niggaz makin way over they salary
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I think way out, like a fifty state lay-out
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Dubs me enough in one city to have it spray out
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Cartels bring in they coke, havin a weigh out
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Kingpins is crowned, blunts is lit
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Aiyyo Styles from the streets so a cell ain't shit
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Jail ain't shit, God'll just teach me quick
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If they put me in a cell then my ghost'll drift
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Hold my inf, feel my soul give me the strength
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[Notorious B.I.G.]
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Yeah, yeah, yeah
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Pop the gat, aim squeeze precisely
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Where them niggaz at? Them feds are sheisty
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See the problem's that, you way too nice please
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Where that coke at? Fuck where it might be
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Don't be like me, hard-headed, extroverted
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When my gun burn, much hotter than sunburn
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You got one turn, I suggest you show
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me the stash to the cash and the blow, yo
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Wherever I go, my crew, is true to swarm
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Got stripes in New York like Yankee uniforms
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When I was born, I know I make the world darker
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The age of fifteen, tote gats, quick to spark ya
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Like Bob Barker, if The Price is Right
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Lay your ass down for spite, anybody aight?
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Went from eatin no frills cereals with food stamps
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to Armani materials, coppin Rembrandts
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[Jadakiss]
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I got cats to spray for me, honeys that pay for me
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Money that lay for me, mami, pray for me
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Cats that spray for me, honeys that pay for me
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Money that lay for me, mami, pray for me
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[Shiek]
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Uhh, uhh, talkin to me doin shit for you, try God
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Cause after, runnin your cabbage you as good as retard
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Mr. Big Style, too cool, I did this to you
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Whirlpool maxin, lounge to the end
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Elevator, next stop, Tony and LaFrenz
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While y'all still fuckin with them twins from Flatte
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Somehow Vegas, tryin to strip Stacy Dash
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Fuck police talk black I'm the SHIT in New York
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Too many supercops nigga, you can have these blocks
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And these hoes, with them cheap ass Parasucos
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Get some new clothes, then I let you front in my Porsche
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And give Jay head, til your squeaky voice turns hoarse
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[Jadakiss]
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Four minutes and twenty five seconds to your end
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You know it be the kiss, grantin your last wish
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Everybody wanna know who The Lox is
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Cause we ain't spittin nuttin out but that hot shit
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Burnin trees, sippin mo', eatin lobsters
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Up in the oriental joint, usin chopsticks
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Soon we gonna rock gators, hit bitches from Barbados
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Then all y'all players gonna hate us
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Cause everything we do stay gettin overlooked
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Now y'all be shook cause you dealin with real crooks
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I can't lie for a while y'all cats was on us
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But now, if you can't beat us, join us
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We tryin to blow lye with the Sultan of Brunei
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In it for the cheddar, Gucci slip-ons and sweaters
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Black In-5 with the headers
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Andrew Mark be the leathers, mob hats with the feathers
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Whatever, Goodfellas, uhh
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Notorious B.I.G. & Da Lox Freestyle
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The L.O.X. |