[Beanie Sigel Talking]
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Somebody's burnin close to the ground
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I been here before,but I aint gone lay down
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naw, naw you suckas, i aint gone lay down
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[Verse 1: Beanie Sigel]
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Yo, Hey yo I walks like a pimp, spark wit this mack
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Click lock aint a smith you tell from this gat
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You fuck around and lose a leg or somethin
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I laser somethin I'm a predator
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Make me Schwarzennegger something
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Nigga talk about a dolla aint a thing
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I got da blocks boilin keep oils like bobylin
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move work in and out da Tri-State
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No trouble on supply weight
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All bureaus five eights
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Yeah, I'm in and out of state
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I touched alot of states
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And yeah my plate touched alot of steaks
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And you crumbs can't supply a cake
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And cake don't make crumbs it's true
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Do da knowledge wait
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I'm try to school you to some game youngin
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But you knuckle head lame youngin
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Swear you know the game youngin
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Swear we move on the same train youngin
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You on a different track
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I'm the conductor yall niggas rats
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[Rell: Chorus]
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Yall niggas don't realize [naw yall dont realize]
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What it takes to make this doe
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There's no mothafuckin way that I [its right in ya face]
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Can show you how we roll
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Wish yall realized [yall realize what the fuck we do]
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What it takes to make this cream
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Things I'm makin wit my team
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So simple as it seems
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[Rell talking]
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Uhh thats gangsta for ya gangsta for ya
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[Verse 2: Beanie Sigel]
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You niggas fuckin wit that bake and that come back
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And always got a story like wait, I'ma come back
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Sometimes you gotta go away to make a come back
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And those that know when they go don't even come back
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My nails dirty I aint sit on my hands
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Scale dirty i aint sit on no grams
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Jail worthy got dat shit on his ass
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Man, hustlin all inside of me
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I cop a spot, pop them numbers like the lottery
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Kept my luck sevens, big fours right beside of me
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Nice pick six keep so hollows all beside of me
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In case them numbers on them balls jump around
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I gotta make the call to come to town and dumb around
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You mothafuckas betta buckle down
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Before I buckle down
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Naw nigga you can't knuckle now
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We past dat we on another level
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Like blast dat, body bag, casket, nother shevel
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[Rell: Chorus]
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Yall niggas don't realize [uh uh]
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What it takes to make this doe
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There's no mothafuckin way that I [we eatin this]
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Can show you how we roll
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Wish yall realized [get a mil get a free lunch ticket or sumthin]
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What it takes to make this cream
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Things I'm makin wit my team
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So simple as it seems [simple junk]
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[Verse 3: Beanie Sigel]
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I sold it all
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I even fucked them niggas on the dice
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Bucked them niggas who was nice
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Broke em all
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You used to pop willies on the block
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Now you pop willy on the block
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So where da raw
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My attitude like the state of Missouri
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Can I relate to you story
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Nigga naw
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You talkin to the wrong one
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Nigga I'm a strong gun
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Yea walked in this game
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But I'm in it for the long run
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Till the lord come
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I'm a get it till it's all done
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[Rell:Chorus]
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Yall niggas don't realize
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What it takes to make this doe
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There's no mothafuckin way that I
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Can show you how we roll
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Wish yall realized
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What it takes to make this cream
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Things I'm makin wit my team
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So simple as it seems
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Don't Realize
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Beanie Sigel |