[Jay-Z]
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We together on the same track now, baby!
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Whatchu gon call us now?!
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[Intro]
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Holton Street, Dean Street (click clack)
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Prezident (uh huh) Nostron Ave (DP's) (Marcy)
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Orange Ave (RBGs) T-Town (Who wanna ride?)
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Brooklyn, Come on, Come on
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[Verse - stic.man]
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Sittin' in the living room on the floor
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Hunger pain got me on some migraine shit
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But I'm a maintain
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Nigga got 2 or 3 dollars to my name
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And my homies in the same boat going through the same thing
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Ready for a caper, steady plottin for the paper
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We been living in the dark since April
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On the candle, gotta get a handle
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My homie got a 25 automatic added to the gamble
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Nigga get the phone book look up in the yellow page
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Lemme tell you how we finna get paid
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We gonna order pizza and when we see the driver
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We gonna stick the 25 up in his face
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Lets ride, stepping outside like warriors
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Head to the notorious Southside
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One weapon to the four of us
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Hiding in the corridor until we see the Dominos car headlights
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White boy in the wrong place at the right time
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Soon as the car door open up he mine
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We roll up quick and put the pistol to his nose
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By the look on his face he probably shitted in his clothes
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You know what this is, it's a stic up
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Gimme the do' from your pickups
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You ran into the wrong niggaz
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We running down the block hot with these pizza boxes
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So we split up and met back at the apartment
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[Chorus]
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Hell yeah (yo ain't you hungry my nigga?)
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Hell yeah (you wanna get paid my nigga?)
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Hell yeah (ain't you tired of starving my nigga?)
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Hell yeah (well lets ride then)
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Hell yeah, Hell yeah
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[Verse - M-1]
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I know a way we can get paid
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You can get down but you can't be afraid
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Let's go to the DMV, and get a ID
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The name says you but the face is me
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Now it's your turn take my paper work
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Like 1, 2, 3 lets make it work
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Then, fill out the credit card application
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And it's gonna be bout 3 weeks of waiting
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For American Express, Discovery Card
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Platinum Visa, Master Card
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Cause, when we was boostin' shit then we was targets
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Now we just walk right up and say charge it
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To the game we rocking brand names
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Well known at Department Store chains
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Even got the boys in the crew a few things
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PoPo never know who the true blame
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Store after store you know we kept rolling
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Wait two weeks report the card stolen
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Repeat this cycle like a like a laundry mat
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Like a glitch in the system it's hard to catch
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Coming out the mall with the shopping bags
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We can take it right back then get the cash
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Yeah, get a friend and then do it again
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Damn right that's how we paid the rent (hell yeah)
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[Bridge - repeat 2x]
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Got to get this paper
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I'm down for the caper, we steady on the grind
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It's a daily struggle, we all gotta hustle
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This is the way we survive
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[Verse - Jay-Z]
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As long as there's - drugs to be sold
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I ain't waiting for the system to plug up these holes
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I ain't slipping through the cracks
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So I'm at Portland, Oregon tryin to slip you these raps
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The first black in the suburbs
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You'd think I had extasy, percocet, and plus syrup
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The way the cops converged, they fucked up my swerve
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The first young buck that I served
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I thought back to the block
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I never seen a cop when I was out there
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They never came out there
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And out there, I was slingin' crack to live
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I'm only slingin' raps to your kids
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I'm only tryin' to show you how black niggaz live
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But you don't want your little ones acting like this
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Lil Amy told Becky, Becky told Jenny
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And now they all know the skinny
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Lil Joey got his durag on
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Driving down the street blasting Tupac's song (Thug Life baby!)
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But Billy like Snoop, got his blue rag on
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Now before you know it, you back in 'Nam
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Now the police, got me in the middle of the street
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Trying to beat me blue, black and orange
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I'm like hold up, who you smacking on?
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I'm only trying to eat what you snacking on
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[Chorus] (Jay-Z)
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Hell yeah (y'all don't like that do you?)
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Hell yeah (you fucked up the hood nigga right back to you)
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Hell yeah (you know we tired of starving my nigga)
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Hell yeah (let's ride) hell yeahhh (let's ride)
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[Bridge - repeat |