Ay Lo, run to the fridge and pop that other bottle of Cris' homey
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I'm off the weed but I'm back on my juice nigga
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Pour me up an ounce and a couple of th epurps
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[Beanie Sigel:]
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As I skate through the city in that black cuatro
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You fake Willies frontin like you got dough until I prove 'em it's not so
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I shine like a brand new penny from that Franklin Mint
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That black Masi', it don't make no cents/sense
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But to drive and make dollars, your pockets flat like tires
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Your money still ALL SLOW like new drivers
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I pop more than the collar
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You niggaz poppin cheap-ass bottles of Moet
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That bullshit Chandon, that little chick on your arm be long gone
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When she recognize a real don
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I'm in the club in the cut sippin on aged grapes
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Laughin at them brolic car thieves, in their slim-ass jeans and Bath' Apes
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Lookin half gay, halfway out of the closet
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You don't believe me, nigga ask Sway
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What the fuck is that? You niggaz need to be slapped
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Whoever co-signed bein a sucker wasn't stacked
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HHEH! [echoes]
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HHEH! [echoes]
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[Beanie Sigel:]
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Uhh, sit back, relax, let's rap for taste
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Track 10 from the fits, peep my old head face
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You see if real niggaz respect it, the squares gon' rep it
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I'm guessin, that's why this bullshit keep progressin
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But I ain't stressin, nigga class in session
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I'm here to teach you a lesson like KRS'n
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"Criminal, Minded, you've been blinded"
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Lookin for a nigga like Sig', you won't find it
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I'm a dinosaur~! You niggaz more like
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What I look for in a whore, heh, PUSSY!
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Nuttin more, nuttin less, I'm nuttin to second guess
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I'm him, point blank period, the end
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When I'm long gone, they gon' dig up my bones
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And study my poems and learn I was MORE than the gun in the song
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Even though I spit a gat
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Quicker than I spit a rap, now go 'head sonny, run along
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HHEH! [echoes]
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HHEH! [echoes]
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[Beanie Sigel:]
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Now when that sizzurp in my system, ain't no tellin
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Will I bust that four-fifth and, catch another felon'
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I'm a thug by blood, not just off drugs
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Even though I love, that purple mug
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UHH, drunk off syrup, perks and zanees
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Spit a word make a bird lose her skirt and her panties (and them panties)
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I know it's been a while, since I left a stain on your brain
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Gave you some game that you can gain from
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I'm here to end it now
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Break the cycle of that bullshit same ol' same, that these lames run
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It's a shame it's they names where they came from
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These niggaz fly-by-nights, they couldn't fly my kite
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Tie my shoes, lace my boots
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They money run short, they couldn't chase my loot
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Paper small like Coupes, I'm that Sport sittin butter soft
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He nothin but a boss - who? Me - Sig', but of course
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HHEH! [echoes]
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HHEH! [echoes]
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H.H.E.H.
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Beanie Sigel |