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featuring Fat Joe Lord Finesse Big L A.G.
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[Fat Joe]
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Welcome to the world of Joe flooded with thugs and hoes
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Real niggas drug dealers with villas in the show
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??? parked in twenty car garages
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Living the largest with ??? garbage
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Shit I get down for mine
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Terror Squad run things in any town you can find
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New York New York big city of dreams
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Where there's nothing but for car bitches and ???
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Say for cash fat pieces of hash
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Never giving a fuck, get your shit laced up
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The corrupt crutas wake me up to new crimes
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On news prime: gangster rapper goes nuts and won't sign
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Joey Crack's the rock, known for packing Macs and glocks
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Stay away from Little Pub cause his stacks is hot
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Shot, in the middle of the street
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Pretty boys don't sleep cause beauty is only skin deep
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[Lord Finesse]
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While you playing games, we claimin fame slaying dames
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The aim is to make Mo' Money like Damon Wayans
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You know our names, we don't play jokes
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You niggas ain't feeling us? You ain't supposed to, that's for gay folks
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You stay broke, we stay holding and stay rolling
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Rap a token, exploding, my game's golden
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Pockets swollen, we make the freaks stare
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Roll with some chocolate grimey niggas, but ain't nothing sweet here
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Keep clear, outta here so keep stepping
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Make hit records off of loops that's six seconds
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No question the cash tipper, the ass whipper
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Need a chick I can hang with, fuck you broads that wear glass slippers
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Bigger, city slicker, you cats follow me?
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Finesse is among the stars like astrology
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Greater knowledge, G, shit's wild, I flip styles
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On the mile, let me pass it off like Crystal
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[Fat Joe]
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Yo it's all love, thug niggas and all of the above
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Drug dealers, killer, niggas at the Player's Club
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Young ladies, sisters, rump shaking bitches
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Niggas on the Island rock 150 stitches (Repeat 2x)
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[Big L]
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Yo my cash flow don't get low, this jet increase
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And whoever tries to take mine will rest in peace
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Keep a stone look, peace to every known crook
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Not those who go to jail and can't hold they own and come home shook
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So hold on and prepare to get rolled on
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My crew robs every fag that walks through the Boneyard
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Cats who act rah rah will catch a jim star
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So those who fake the funk don't get far, pah
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Me and my clan parlay sipping Grand Marlet
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At a party at the bar is where we stand all day
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In '97 I'm bubbling, no more stuggling
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If I fall, it's back to selling drugs again and busting slugs in men
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No doubt, you know what I'm about
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The last slouch that walked through my block didn't make it out
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Because I stuck that nigga, then I bucked that nigga
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(I felt sorry for that nigga) I give a fuck, that nigga
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[A.G.]
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We be the bomb, baby, indeed I smoke weed
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Been ripping shit since the late 80's, so what you need?
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I was here before, that's why I rise and stand tall
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And send y'all back to the wall like I'm Darryl Straw
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The truth is, don't give a damn if you're ruthless
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Make it happen, I look at platinum niggas like "Who's this?"
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Word the the bloody city, Babylon will
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Die in inequities, project overkill
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Be in the future shining, gold with diamonds
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The nigga been used to climbing, my whole life
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Straight more, if it ain't rough, it ain't right
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We bring the heat, all you do is bark, we bite
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I'm authentic, and once I send it, it's unretrievalbe
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Like nuclear missles, I meant it, now it's time to lace this
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Off to the faceless
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Niggas get brushed up and ??? and face it
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All Luv
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D.I.T.C. |