[Intro: Ghostface Killah]
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[church bell ringing]
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Yeah, yeah, we want all that shit, we'll take all that shit
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Sneak up on 'im right, feel me?
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Soon as he turn around, just yapp this nigga
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I got everything, youknowImean?
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They ain't gotta do nothing, but just search them bitches
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Let's go...
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[Ghostface Killah]
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Nobody move, nobody get hurt
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This is a stick up, I want y'all to lift y'all skirts
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I mean shirts, take ya hoodies off, jackets and watches
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Before you put ya hands on the wall, empty ya pockets
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Fix ya face, this a robbery, nigga, respect the juks
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Stop shaking, you making me nervous, I know that you shook
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The fuck is that sticking out from under ya foot?
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Move, turn ya head around, nigga, you better not look
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Stacks, you hiding from Tone? I'll shake, rattle ya bones
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You killed him! Nah, hit him with the back of the fucking chrome
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In the dark, yo, I do this alone
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That's the reason why I don't shake hands, in case I gave you a phone
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That's a buck fifty, long hickey, when I strike I do it quickly
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Creep up on my victims swiftly, make it hard for you to stick me
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Cuz if we shoot it out, cuz if I die tonight you coming with me
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Bitch-ass nigga, eat through ya chest like some fucking whiskey
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[Chorus: Solomon Childs]
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BOY! Gut him like a pig in the dark
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Or auction off ya bitch body parts
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BOY! Poison a guard dog, disarm the alarm devices
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Throw ya head in vicegrips (yeah)
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BOY! Or stick a hot blade through his heart
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Get to sticking niggaz for the right prices
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BOY! Yeah, this is priceless.. GET 'EM!
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[Sun God]
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Aiyo, I post up, packed the shotti
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Black mags in lobbies, with red dots, to detach the body
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If you a boss, why ya cash is sloppy?
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This a Staten Island burglar gang, ock, not no Ave could stop me
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I'm on the road, not no massive robbery
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When it come to that dough, it over flow like paper bag tsunamis
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I take shit, lumberjacks and Tommy's
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Niggaz passing out bombs like Culpepper, so I pass behind 'em
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My black glove, black mask, requirements
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Sent the order to Trife Dies', and he gon' send 'em fast, they flying in
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These cowards couldn't clash our lion's den
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That forty-four mag'll twist ya aves and the cav you flying in
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We hoping out cabs like Iron Men
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It's hard to believe how niggaz leave with no bag supplying sense
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Empty cuz my staff is hiring
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Canine dogs with felonies duck fast when firing
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[Chorus]
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[Trife Da God]
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Aiyo, we carry arms like a octopus
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Shorty's strapped with the mac inside her pocket book
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Blowing all lots of kush
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Dark tints on the V so the D's can't spot the crooks
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Just throw ya hands in the sky, don't try to stop the juks
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Face down, lay on the ground, no sudden moves
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Yo, then, take off his Timbs and get the work out his shoes
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Rip off the pockets out his shoes, make sure he come out his used
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I hear sirens, plus the cameras is watching, it's time to move
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If you lolly-gagging, word to mama, I'll body bag 'im
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Leave his frame riddled with holes, looking like Gotti had 'im
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Bragging, juked, in the wagon, laughing
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We slid a few blocks down, this kid was frozen
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With stones so we decided to yapp 'im
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I put the tool in his mouth, said "You don't want the action
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These ain't E pills, nigga, these is fuckin aspirin
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Bean, blast 'im, Homo' get his girl for his cash and
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Yo, E, go stop the whip, they 'bout to witness a slashing" (BOY!)
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Yapp City
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Ghostface Killah |