[Mic Geronimo] (DMX)
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Yeah.. (grrrrr)
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Introducing the Suspects
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DMX (grrrrr), Ja Rule
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Cormega, Fatal Hussein (grrrrr)
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Mic Geronimo (my niggaz)
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[DMX]
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What's all the noise about?
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Have some respect, shut the fuck up
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Driveby, money talkin shit, yo back the truck up
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Y'all niggaz don't respect me but you fear me
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and fear is better than respect, y'all niggaz hear me?
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If I smack the shit outta this nigga
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His man over here be like, "Yo -- what? Nigga what?"
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But his man is like, "Psych yo"
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Take it from one extreme to the next
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And my shit always bounce like D-M, to the X
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I can bring it from up here, to ENOUGH IS ENOUGH
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Down to, "Aight I think it's safe to take off the cuffs"
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I play wit words, blurs and slurs, flip styles
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Take his and hers, niggaz is couraged, I get wild
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So don't make me angry, you WOULDN'T LIKE ME when I'm angry
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I've got a lot of enemies, and they'd all like to bang me
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(WHAT?) Catch me when I'm sleepin, with one eye closed
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One guy chose the dogs; left one got froze, filled with holes
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[Ja Rule]
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Ugh, it's gonna be a long time befo' dey touch this here
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It's Gotti's, Consigliere, let's take it there and make a milli, yeah
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Which Bentley's? Ice drippin off the jewels, daily
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Ja the one, what? Y'all don't hear me, nigga
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Y'all remember, C-M-C, '95 December
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Fine women, illegal tender, such is life
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When I feel like I ain't to be held, who could hold me?
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Hoes try to console me, rec' exec's wanna own me
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Damned if I die slow-ly, drugged out broke and lonely
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Like so many who pushed roadie before me
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Ja, hit em precisely, God just don't make too many like me
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Inadvertantly shittin on the Top 20
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Y'all niggaz kill me, talkin like y'all can't be touched
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See by the time y'all realized, I be done touched you up
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Blazed you up, your whole style, chump nigga, what?
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Think again if you thought I gave a fuck!
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[Chorus- Mic Geronimo]x2
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Yo..
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Yo independently, reppin thoroughly throughout the N-Y
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We thump and get high, infrared nigga, dead eye
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Aimin at the sky's limit, jumpin in, we all in it
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The good life, tryin ta live it
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[Cormega]
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Yo whaddup to all my thug-lawn, niggaz in plush cars
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Rikers Island killers with rug scars, police fuck y'all (Yeah)
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Live niggaz, I love y'all for representin
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Ya have respect of prison, came home, caught a Expedition
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Look in my eye, you see realness
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The Mobb tonic quest for million, my Lex with ill rims
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My name ringin, chain swingin, ain't richest?
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Are you my heir? Like do we present the same vision?
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My insight is deep, mental intuition
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Type essential, due to this trife life we livin
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My cypher, e-lite snipers in the mountains
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The Bridge under pressure for mad years and countin
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What? My connect eatin papaya, supplyin me
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Cormega represent a live nigga dynasty
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9's and Tek's, my hollow heads outlined your vest
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My only fear is 25 years of death
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[Fatal Hussein]
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One deep from Jersey, on the Island doin six
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Now ain't that a bitch, they sayin, "Hussein never shit"
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I shot more niggaz than thorough niggaz in your crew
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You and your mother know don't go against, be on you
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Mad career criminal, crimin be like a hobby
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Probably drinkin my notty or ill just shootin my shotty
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Nigga you get extorted, flippin styles, poppin chicks
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Bullets small as his G-B-30, niggaz lose it quick
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I had to get out of town, I done shot another dick
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Niggaz'll roll tricks to keep they mind off shit
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I tack up parole, they supervise my whole side
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Money wise, surprised, thug niggaz on the rise
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These card cats is federal, you soft and shreddable
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Picturin every rappers comin at me all edible
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I lift past your crew, you know what I'm about
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Guinness-style, Outlawz, just hit up another out
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[Mic Geronimo]
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Hmmm, yeah, yeah, now
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Runnin wit five niggaz, criminal disguised niggaz
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The live niggaz, pull a Mac what? Surprise niggaz
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Holdin my mics stiletto like; invitin these water-head brothers
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to get splashed back and take it light
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Slidin back when I was 16, Romelo my brother
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told me laid back, aced up, to play it mellow
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