[Ghostface Killah]
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Stay dip, cute bitch out in Delaware, moving our bricks
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So hard, stupid big stones from Miss Stella ear
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She just turn 35, we in the spot on Martin Luther King Drive
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Whole team getting high, on phones
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We learned different codes of pig Latin
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So the jakes don't follow our trail with sick patterns
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And the crib is jig, Jennifer convertible love seat
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That's worth forty G's from Madrid
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In Spain, sipping cherry Cosmo's and things
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Stella, finish the glass, showing niggas her rings
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I said bitch, I ain't impressed with that
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Why the fuck is every briefcase short by at least ten stacks
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We had a mil' in each bag, there's eighty grand missing
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You pop up with a new Jag', with a bad system
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I done sent your ass to Hawaii and Waikiki
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When your man needed bail, you'll come see me
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Rob me? That's how we do? You pretty slick muthafucka
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You must think I'm a sucker
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Matter fact, you gon' suck this dick, how bout that for a change
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Let me see what's really on your brain
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She said 'Starkey, you violating me, stop it'
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I saved up for this shit, you playing me like a hostage
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Out of all people, I wheeled you around, when you got shot
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Be the closest one too you, and may I rot
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In hell, yo Starks, chill, I don't think she that stupid
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Since '90, '95, she came through, kid
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Two million in six weeks, cover six space
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Just to think of those towns alone, we brought a big steak
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[Sheek Louch]
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But it still don't change the job
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Aiyo, Tone, who this silly bitch trynna rob
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Niggas been getting money, since pushing a Saeb
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In the spot writing rhymes, never heard of a blog
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Is it that coincidental? That the same rental
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Be out in Virginia and DC, before she come see me
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I'm ready, put this hammer in her face in 3D
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I know that's your home girl, but fuck it, on GP
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And I don't like her brother, either, he probably put her up to it
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Give me the word and I go empty his fluid
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Shady? I been bagging up since 1980
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Me and Ghost been tight, since Fred met Grady, lady
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So what you telling me? My account is off?
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Oh you must really muthafucking think we that damn soft
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[Method Man]
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Hold on, yo, Sheek, what you gon' do? Cut her whole hand off?
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Put a pillow over her face, and let the four bang off?
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Or we can get the gat taping so the hoe can't talk
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Before we get the whole story cut this whole thing short
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I don't think that's wise at all, whatever honey do with her money, dog
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That's not my problem, why is it yours?
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Wu-Block, you riding for mine, I'm riding for yours
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That's the motto if you talking bout homicide, my lord
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It's survival, homey, you ain't never lied, my lord
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But the Pretty Toney baby ain't never lied before
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That's a hundred lucci, word to Bully, I smoke too many loosies
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I know her history, if something fishy, must be the coochie
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It ain't no mystery, your finger itchy, if she a groupie
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Once you go up, once you go down, let's keep it Gucci
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You take her head, I take all the jewelry from all these moolies
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Get all your goonies, and we can meet up for Call of Duty
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Ain't nothing funny like Paul Mooney, this fatal beauty
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Got some explaining to do, hold up, I thought you knew me
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Better than that, we know the cheddar was tapped
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You getting bread in the trap, why get in bed with them rats
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My son is missing some racks, and Louch is fitting to snap
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She need to come up with answers, instead of fixing her mack
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Makeup, just give the facts, straight up, and just the facts
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If you did it, we gon' bury you with it, and that's that
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Stella
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Ghostface Killah |