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[Jadakiss]
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It's all for real, word, word
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Yo, my outlet is full of powerful niggas
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Electrify ya tie, spark up the lah
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Keep the room dark, let me feel out my high
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Then slap box my ghost 'til one of us cry
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J to the MUAH, can niggas fuck around?
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Then they better say "nah", word to Allah
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They all dyin' down, I got iron now
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Run upon 'em, cock it back, then tie 'em down
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If he try to move then I gotta lie him down
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From Y-O, aka Riot Town
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I used to buy it, but I just supply it now
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Y'all used to talk, but you're all quiet now
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You know what it is that really make it scrape it
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Have a lot of cars, and the lot still vacent
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And you won't stop speakin' 'til I leave you on the cement
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Leakin', all hot none eatin'
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[Yogi]
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Slow down son, you're kill 'em
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Ok you can bring it to 'em
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Everyday, just like Mary J.
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Sippin' iced teas in the E & J
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Partyin', 'til your bare remain
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You're killin' 'em, ok you bring it to 'em
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Everyday, just like Mary J.
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Honeys at the bar sippin' Alaze
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Cru and Lox says "You here, remain"
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I know you brailin' me, baby
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Yogi's in the lead, you're trailin' me, baby
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PHd's can't compete mines is better than yours
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So we can take it to the streets, my rum's redder than yours
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BX where the additcs sniffin' chalk outline
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And the clubs they shout mine, shit's about time
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Chad and Mighty Ha he the predicate felon
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When he make bail he eat more booty than Ellen,
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Who you tellin'?
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The world is mine like Esco
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If not, at least a house and Esgro
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Turnin' ghetto stars into Uncle Tom's
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Yo-gi, the uptown mellow low key
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Understandin' that my crew is strictly Shark Bar
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Champagne toastin' while you splittin' Clark Bars
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I'd rather be live at The Tunnel with Flex
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Then on the corner holdin' bundles, next
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[Styles]
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Y-O's time to see the hunger in me
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And I see the same thing in niggas younger than me
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Like they live, they ain't got a slice to give
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In the broken down home and they priceless kids
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Why wouldn't it grab the gun, heist the crib
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And they never learn shit until twice they bid
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Like the world turn around funny clown money
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Everybody laugh when they have it
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What about the addicts, niggas that'll hustle for years
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'Til they see the graveyard, up at thier tier
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Playin' spades, you in the world and you playin' charades
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If the war jumped off you wouldn't touch a gernade
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Wanna die for the cause? Lie for the dogs?
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Niggas wanna play but never took time to pause
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Learned to remind and check the phat four
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Try to plug it in they wanna slice up the chords
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[Chadio]
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Yo, yo if you got the doe, B, than show me
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Cause I'm walkin' these streets and no one know me
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It's gon' change though, with the ill strange flow
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In the 9-8 push my a black Range Rove
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I keeps the real, seperate from the fake
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If I kill, yo, I'm doin so for the cake
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Blastin' go to a distant land
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See my gun's like church to a Christain man
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It's the code of the streets no time to explain
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Free that soul on up to the next plain
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Remember the pain, two shots from the flame
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Remember the bloodstains, the cold wet rain
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Little light guys with little white lies
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We takin' out cash and flippin' big white pies
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You rather run wild with your 9 mil. slant
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You watchin' too much Stallone and Van Damme
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[Sheek]
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Aiyyo Lox niggas what, what the fuck, who up in here
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Where my crew at, wave your shit in the air
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Now bust 'em once for the niggas who ain't with you
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And jam all above, show a muthafucka love
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We make cake, but to make cake you need batter
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So if you ain't kickin' that shit the beat ain't gonna matter
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Lox and Cru, helf a milli out of you
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So if you want it you can get the 60 shot pronto
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Sheek that kid that spit out like tabacco
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Lyrically fucked yall, if it ain't chips, we ducked out
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Won't touch out if it ain't a 7 figure route
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Aye yo, Chad papa, where that cranberry and vodka
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Let's get flicks, spit on the niggas like this
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From Y-O to B-X y'all niggas straight C-X
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But we count the benjamins and collect chee-ecks
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My baguettes shine on my neck like Flex
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[Mighty Ha]
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Give 'em what they want, this what they lookin' for
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Y-O-G, |