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*Verse One*
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[Peter Gunz]
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Can I fuckin' play?
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I got a quarter mill' in the bank
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No one to thank but me
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Break me -- "Gunz"
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Bronx ball playa
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Take the gatas and suits, from niggas rich
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See me -- I'm stackin mah chips, flippin' mah chips
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Bitch, I...
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Peter Gunz, I...
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Listen I, gobble, pour all I broke
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No joke, clear the smoke, or get smoked
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Nigga what?
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You stand ya plan
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You faka's join, but what's the point you makin'?
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Nothin' taken
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I seen nigga's come and go
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But I'ma say a
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A mothafuckin' Bronx playa
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I went from eatin' outta trash
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To walkin' and pushin' the E-Class
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From chickens, to fuckin' bitches that's lookin' like Stacy Cash
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An'-now flash
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Moms prayed to God that she'd be green
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But it was hard for me to raise somebody, I never seen
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Cherish
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I testify when they ask me ta speak
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I said that only Lord knows two rants to praise the Lord
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(Nah)
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*Chorus*
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I think it's bout time we'd shine (shine)
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Nigga's made chips off mine (mine)
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Climb the same rhyme, recline
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It's time to bring pain to these nigga's (haaahh)
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Drain these nigga's, if they wanna (who wanna?)
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I gotta crew from Soundview wantin' war (c'mon)
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Start a revolution with mah niggas from the fall (from the faaall)
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We gotta bring it all Uptown in the party (uhhh)
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Cause Lord Tariq won't you come and get shit started?
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*Chorus*
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*Verse Two*
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[Lord Tariq]
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Check it yo, I'm in the big black Bronco
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Sippin' Rimmey out the bottle
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From the Bronx like Billy Blanco
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Fortin' high-on on the throttle
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My shit dates back like American Bandstands
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So ya'll niggas sit and relax while these grands change hands
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Stand tall, stick yo chest out boy
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And be a man
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You bust one, you let them all-out, and go all-out
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Wit' dat bug you had to fall-out wit, head-chest
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Don't let-'em fall-out, shit
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And if I fall-out, quick
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It's Money Boss
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I'm at the midnight blue
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Three times to excite you
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Have you drippin' off mah chest, wantin' ta be crew
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Wantin' to be flauntin' the shit that we do
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But ya can't nigga, ya still young, it's still alot of shit to go through
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I been through enough drugs to get you high, think "I'm Bout It"
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Think I'm lyin'? 'Cause I'm rhymin? Nigga mah path would be routed
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Shit is real, don't you battle, now get ya bricks fa' tin
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Now that's the Steel House of "Bout It" (House of "Bout It")
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Money Boss...
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*Chorus*
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I think it's 'bout time you'd shine (shine)
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Nigga's made chips off mine (mine)
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Climb the same rhyme, recline
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It's time to bring pain to these nigga's
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Drain these nigga's, if they wanna (yo who wanna?)
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I gotta crew from Soundview wantin' war
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Start a revolution with mah niggas from the fall
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Gotta bring it all Uptown and hit the party (party)
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Peter Gunz won't you come and get this shit started?
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*Chorus*
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*Verse Three*
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[Peter Gunz]
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'Ey-yo
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When you gettin' chips, you got mad tricks ridin' ya pony
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But when ya slip, the same stank bitch is wanna journey
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Ya baby motha', probably fuckin' brotha' if he trickin'
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You resort to ass-kickin', she dick-lickin'
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Now you in the mountains up north
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Gimme the Nine, time ta think about the dumb shit ya did, play a mind
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Sekikes, to all the chickens you treated, like they was queens
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Ain't never rolled a nigga recenin' up in his greens
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Conversatin his low, ho'
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Ain't you gettin' chips?
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You get a check on the first birth, help a nigga live
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I used to get.. rent money, I sent and spent money
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I never lent money, I burned and bent money
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So why you actin' funny, wit' yours?
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Put them drawers on yo ass, and I knew the stash, a baby of course
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When ya baby bounce up into the slack
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I took your son like he was my son, he never lack
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And baby wise up
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*Chorus*
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Nigga it's 'bout time you'd shine (shine)
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But nigga's made chips off mine (mine)
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Climb the same rhyme, recline
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It's time to bring pain to these nigga's
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Drain these nigga's, if they wanna (yo who wanna?)
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I gotta crew from Soundview wantin' war
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Start a revolution with mah niggas from the fall (haahah)
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We gotta bring it all Uptown and hit the party (party)
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Lord Tariq won't you come and get this shit started?
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*Chorus*
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