(featuring Trife)
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[Big Daddy Kane sample]
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In control and effect
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So what the heck, rock the discoteque
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[Ghostface Killah]
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Bring all the hammers and the buchanans
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My click ran in and acted as blazin' as though we still standin'
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Spot raid of Rich Gannon, I play the bench standin'
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Front of them snitch cameras, blow up your bitch Hannon
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Give her a quick chance to kiss glance
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In the mix, I saw the bitch sniffin', just dance
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Slept on a peel, then broke her wrist, and burnt her quick
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And stopped her wish, one of my wig pushed in
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Ghostface is local, slick murder shit with a new rhyme hustle
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Still bust you, fuck you, head bust you, respect my muscle
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Like a mean hooker, I'm not gonna tussle, I'll cut you
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And that goes for any nigga who think that they better than me
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Punch in his face, fuck him up mentally
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Real robe and pop my throne
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Pop a cop if he show signs of any kinda stop my flow
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This is real life lyricist, never a witness
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See me clappin' the tools, improve my wrist
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The dude is, the ruger is super steel
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Fall back, take a look at my face, for real
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My attempts to kill, sent a gate to chills
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When his brain hit the windshields, brake ills
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[Chorus: sample]
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Burn it it, aw, burn it
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And you know, got to have them set it
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Burn it, aw, burn it
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What a life, not a life, ha, ha, ha, hahahaha
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[Trife]
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Yo, get hooked like syringe with dope in it
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And you a dummy like crack bags with soap in it
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See, well I'mma got a scope with it, drama don't approach with it
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Blow you off the coast, now your momma got a coat with it
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Young nigga, smokin' marijuana with the coke in it
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Sellin' CD's, VCR's and the remote with it
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Easy, duke, man I need this loot
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Look at my face, all hairy like some kiwi fruit
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Dead serious, showin' no teeth, holdin' my heat
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Put his eyes in the back of his head, he goin' to sleep
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For fuckin' with a top boss, niggaz get knocked off
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I always drop shit for the streets like a cop's horse
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Nigga you cock soft, scared to pop off
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And I spit fire, my tongue's dipped in hot sauce
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It'll burn you, toss and turn you
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Have you bleed internal, get popped like kernels
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[Chorus]
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Set It Off
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Ghostface Killah |