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[Funkmaster Flex]
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PRODIGY, KOOL G RAP!
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[Prodigy]
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Nigga, I got cash nigga
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I had tooken care of real quick
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I ain't wettin that
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Chorus [Prodigy] 2x
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Yo what's the deal, you a thug or what
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We cut you up, nigga we'll fuck you up
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What be the drill, we the Queens gangstas
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Infamous mobstas, you a wanksta
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See it's like, twenty-inch wheels
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We pull off lots wit the newest hot shit, we so ill
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Spend hundreds on our meals
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Thousands on our outfits, half a mil on the houses
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For thrills, fuck women in they high heels
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Till they max out and pass out from how it feels
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My niggas win their appeals (why?)
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Cuz high-paid lawyers get broke wit big bills
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Stash boxes conceal the big mills
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So if we got problems, somebody get killed
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And that's how it is, there's nothin you can do about it
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Dead men tell no tales
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And if you think a nigga gon' squeal, put up his bail
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And twist that nigga when he touch down, huh
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For real, I don't need no sh-ells
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I got guns, and M-6 peel, y'all best chill
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Chorus 2x
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[Kool G Rap]
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I'm grown from blastin
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You cartoon goons wit no room for ration
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Flippin the soonest fashion
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Booms in the room is flashin
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Sip to your tune wit a passion
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Zoom in a action, doom wit a Mac 10
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Neighbors tune into the booms when I clap at their men
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But I ain't goin back to the penn
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You witness me nigga, I'm clappin again
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Knock your brain right on your wrap fringe, lappin
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Make em crawl out the back of the Benz like Jacklyn
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FBI we bafflin
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Grab the straps get the gaffling
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BGF Click, nigga we rep shit
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Respect it, before your whole squad get deflected
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My tec spit, leave you runnin wit chest hits, red drips
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Fallin like rain drops, when them things pop
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We bang glocks, flight be comin from Bangcock
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Make the pain stop
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Aim cock, flame at your top till your frame drop
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You in your name in the lot, flat on the strange block
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Chorus 4x *w/slight variations*
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QBG
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Kool G. Rap |