[Intro: sample (Ghostface Killah)]
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I don't want the horns, blowing..
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I don't want the streets to play a melody...
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(yeah, it's hip hop, it's hip hop
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The mic needs to be a little bit more crystal)
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I don't want to hear the good time is coming..
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Don't want to hear the voices in back of me...
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(youknowhatI'msaying? Cuz I'm bout to go in)
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I'm not gonna hear it! I don't want the drummer..
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[Ghostface Killah]
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Awwwww, Meth Tical, yo, you stepped on my corns and shit
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Got the charm lit, bomb wrist, what type of arm is this?
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I seen you at the Grammy's with a triple Bar Mitz'
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Can I kick it? (Hell No!)
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That's why she got hair in her elbows and she real slow
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And a, every two weeks she gotta see her P.O
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She's a disgrace to signs, she fuck it up for Leos
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Method Man (Toney Starks) the most important M.C. in the whole wide world
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Is you and you hardly even know it, know it, know it..
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[Streetlife]
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Watch me shock the world, move the masses like a landslide
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It's a literal stickup, everybody's (hands high)
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See the bigger, picture, I'm out for the grand prize
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I'm not a role player, senor, I'm the franchise
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[Trife Da God]
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Aiyo, with Trife sweatin', every bullet is life threatenin'
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And you could get a chest full of slugs in a slight second
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Yo, my nine milli' pistol's really official
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So you can Analyze That like DeNiro and Billy Crystal
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[Ghostface Killah]
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Aiyo, it's Ghost with the sky blue kufi, smashin' groupies
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Leavin' them fiend out, like New Jack's Pookie
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Every line is like ninety nine dimes
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Shrine auditorium rap, aquarium's in my wall in the back
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[Method Man]
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Now that you know my name, niggaz know my game
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If you feel me, then you know my pain
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I seen you rap dudes done stole my slang, try'nna hold my fame
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Ain't even strong enough to hold my thang
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Wanna flow, fuck with me though, baby, I'mma try'nna see dough
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My squad got them caught in the yard screamin' for C.O
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Every time we blow, it raise the prize on the padrico
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Ya'll niggaz shoot your guns like Shaq shootin' a free throw
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[Trife Da God]
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Spark the fluid, hop out and park the Buick
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I got fiends blowin' CREAM like Martha Stewart
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We on that up north jail shit, harder than steel chips
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Ya'll niggaz better bail quick, before you inhale clips
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[Streetlife]
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Ya'll better get low, before I let the Tec blow
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Streetlife, I'mma try'nna get more dollars than Kreftlo
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The whole hood echoes, every time my nine let go
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Get out of line or steal your life like a klepto
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[Ghostface Killah]
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When Biggie died, they came out with Biggie fries
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Big biscuits got me over, in the streets wide
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Prada gloves, layin' for thugs, prayin'
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Drop a bronco buster, G-37 on the rap patient
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[Method Man]
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I'mma leave the shit this summer in that H2 Hummer now
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Mami gotta call your bean ass ay caramba, now
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Eh boy el loco, oh no, I ain't Yoko
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My hoes, I keep 'em lookin' good, right, but no dough
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[Outro: sample]
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I don't want no horns blowing..
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I don't want the -- I don't want the drummer..
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I don't want the -- I don't want the drummer..
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The Drummer
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Ghostface Killah |