Verse 1]
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From cuttin' solid Purico to stack Fritos
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went from grams to kilos
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Mac in one hand, in the other hand grands and C-notes
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game got my eyes wider than a 430 Buggy
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no tellin' what the fuck I'll do for this money
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stay posted up close with killers and cut throats
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the thoroughest bitches who in they pussy stuff coke
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as I cook and cut coke with the bakin' soda Arm and Hammer
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palmin' hammers
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think you crazy? nigga, my clique's bananas
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takin' over with the Mafia
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hittin' niggas for they bricks like Gracias
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the cockiest, it's obvious, it's me, he, who?
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confront frontin' niggas like "You want it? well nigga, me too"
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what the fuck, I'm callin' your bluff, niggas act like they stopped
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makin' guns after they made yours
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I'm sponsored by the NRA, DOA rules
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grin and stand over your coffin like "Hey you!"
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tell the Devil I'm comin', keep it hot
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for now I got my eyes on a billboard spot
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don't stop.
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[Chorus 2X]
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Die for it
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take the stand, lie for it
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blow trial, get up in the chair and fry for it
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never tellin' or snitchin'
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rather swim with the fish'n
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mothafucka respect it, the commission
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[Verse 2]
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(First 4 lines with Jamaican accent)
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I buy and sell bricks with my nigga P.D.
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down with the team called B.B.E.
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now if you want to join the team you know you must see me
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buy ya can't talk to FEDS or dick R.I.D.
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It's a cold World baby boy, fuck it, I'm colder
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Animals on my back keep my warm, my armor
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Frank Lucas persona, warmin' coke up in the sauna
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let me warn ya, trip against my team you's a goner
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infact it's drastic
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a couple Million in the mattress
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with a safe dick I say fuck taxes
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rather endulge in duct tape pig tie tactics
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crime pays
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nigga, Nine-Hundred and Ninety-Nine ways
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my destiny's vague, will I survive or blow trial?
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lay shot up, Puff cryin' in denial
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while my enemies smile, buried in style
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Gucci suits and cufflings
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sneakin' drugs through Heavens customs.
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3]
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POP POP POP! warning shot, who's to blame
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Shyne mothafucka, don't forget the name
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stretch the Caine, to cop the house and the plane
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'till my Massacre, slain
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brains hang from the window of my Range
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fuck the FEDS, 2 green and one red
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Firm tight, hold the dice in this game of life
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Aces suffice
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paper's a must
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Fallen Angels and Angel dust
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my team do dirt to avoid layin' in the dust
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Million dollar portraits in my fortress
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of course it's Po
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bloodstainin', aeroplanin', Four-Hundred horses slow
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Platinum cable, round table, so all the bosses know
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I'm takin' over
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'cause they coke got too much bakin' soda
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they say money ain't everything
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you fuckin' right nigga, it's the only thing
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in God we trust, the Holy thing
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I look into my enemy's eye
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let 'em know you play fly you go out Kennedy style.
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Chorus 2x
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Commission
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Shyne |