(feat. 40 Cal.)
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Dipset, Killa, Street's what it is
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[Verse 1]
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I done stopped and styled hummers, rock for wild summers
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The nerve in me, these courtesy of Crocodile Hunter (that's right)
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That mean the croke-adile, see ya'll niggaz chokin' now
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Know my style, you know I style, get money poster-child
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Crip, piece, I swear you should come over child
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Garage, Benz, Lambourgini, Rover fouls
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Red, blue, green like the average frog
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Don't be mad at dog, Ferrari out the catalogue
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Bracelet switched to Bangles, medallions shit just dangle
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Chain twist and tangle, you'll get ripped and mangled
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Hit from angels, I told you we equipped with angles
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Can't find you, your girl tape her wrists and ankles
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Show her the click clicker, better yet six figures
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Ask her where that nigga bitch, he a bitch nigga
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The big picture, get figures, my kicks glitter
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Get with her, in the basement longer than Big Tigger
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[Hook]
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Triple up, trey eight, four nickel tucked
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Get some weight on your ass, give them nickels up
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This is for my fly ice niggaz
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Kilo breast, Chicken wing, fried rice niggaz
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Quadruple up, triple five on me you stupid fuck
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Take your ass up the block doggy the stoop is us
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This is for my Benjamin bitches
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You don't need 'em, get money credit scam bitches
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[Verse 2]
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Ayo your clique is soft, my wrist is frost
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I just pick a Porsche, guns we strap 'em on, then we lick 'em off (pap pap pap pap)
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Got a sickenin' loft, you know how much the kitchen cost
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Your bitch and boss, get 'em crossed, best bet don't piss me off
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Listen horse a lot of niggaz I did endorse
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Or course makes me nauseous when they call the force
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Only force I call is the Holocaust
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Holla scholar, bodies drop when the dollars tossed (35 hundred)
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Hot stove, jelly jar, baking soda
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Hot water, mask, gloves, can't take the odor
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But I make the quota, hate cats that faking older
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Remember back in the days, man them days is over
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Know it might seem I'm sellin' ya'll a pipe dream
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Wolf tickets, nope been a legend since nineteen
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And that was in the late 1990's
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You late, homeboy I kept them 19's shiny
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Killa, easy
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[Hook]
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[Verse 3: 40 Cal.]
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I came a long way from getting hanged by a white jury
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Look at my neck, all you see hang white jewelry
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I triple the chain, triple the wrist
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Dice game the same night I through triples and split
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I get menage et tua, the triple the chicks
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Got 'em on a triple beam takin' trips with the bricks
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My clique, the weight watchers, we wait for niggaz with watches
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Or watch niggaz with weight with cake in they wallet
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Raping they pockets and taking they projects
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If you flip like T-Mobile I could make you a sidekick
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Shit you see a profit one day off of my flip
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You gotta go triple to say that it's my shit
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But for now get ya hustle up
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How you talk about triple when you still trying to double up
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This the bubble music, hoes with the bubble buck
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Bubble coke, and they bubble coke to cop that bubble truck
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[Hook]
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Triple Up
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Cam'ron |