Coca, muah
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Elephant in the room
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Crills
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Early in the morning, could barely feel my face
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Cuttin' that raw raw hammer on my waist
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My baby mammas' stressin', I'm like fuck out of my face
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Feds on my ass now, 'bout to catch a case
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I'm about that "makin money" I'm alergic to poor
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Shit, I done made some hoes out of the girls next door
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6 in the morning when they kick in the door
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I'm probly outside the forge gettin' brain in the Porsche
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What Porsche? My Porsche yeah the GT Porsche
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Of course I floss like them DC boys
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Shit, right at club love I fucked at least three broads
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In the middle of the dancefloor such a sleazy whore
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Now, headed for paradise
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Carlos Bengante, jazz in the background, Harry Belofante
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Seagul in the clouds look honey im comin'
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Different strokes, different folks, you guessed it, Phillip Drummin
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Now I'ma fuck the pussy 'till the pussy get numb and
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Roll over naked then we kush kush puffin'
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This is way too easy though, I am the magnifico
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Cuban is pride, but I'm much more like eazy though
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If you don't believe me you can see me on your TV yo,
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Taylor Made Versachi, I'm with Khaled on that speedy boat
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When it comes to latina MC's there's none bigger
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Now who's gonna tell me that I can't say nigga?
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Nigga nigga nigga nigga nigga bitch hoe
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'Cause some chicks is bitches, and some chicks is hoes
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Some independent ladies yeah they make a lotta dough
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So they get nuthin' but love and respect from Fat Joe
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I remember when I stepped in the game yo
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Army fatigue with grey Nikes, that flow Joe,
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You gotta flow Joe, you gotta flow Joe, you gotta gotta gotta gotta let 'em know Joe
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You gotta flow Joe, you gotta flow Joe, you gotta gotta gotta gotta let 'em know
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I'm Borricua 'till I die motherfuckers, yes I will detach you
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I'll leave holes you can't cover with tattoos
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All you lame souls keep prayin' to them statues, when I'm the ghetto God, I'll bless you, achoo
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The one spitter, the can't get ridder, major label dropped me what I do?
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I got richer
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80 babies terror on the corner, I'm the pitcher
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Got a new connect and what I do?
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I got richer
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? the wop bam boo
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Guess what, America we love you
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And I'm a stay reppin' that TS Crew
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And show ya motherfuckers how the BX do
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Shit, every time I rockwild, it's more like a zoo
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Blinds wrapped around the corner if your too late your blue
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In that new white phantom, call it: milk on wheels
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Niggaz wilin' like Joe jus ODed off pills
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I ODed of crills, I ODed of mills
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You Monopoly guys, haulin' in no billz
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Shit, niggaz keep askin': how come he so real?
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6'1", light skin, got them green eyes, teal
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Haha, it's the fugitive
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Coca
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I'm on the run, and I'm eatin' bitch
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Street runner on this one, bitch
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We'd like to welcome you, "elephant in the room", (thank you, thank you), bitch
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Top of my game right now, can't nobody see me man
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We use different forms of transportation nigga
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I'm on different planets than y'all niggaz right now
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You can deny all you want nigga
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Coca's spittin' that shit, these streets is mine
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Oh, I get on some Pun shit
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What you want? That hardcore, commercial shit?
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What you wanna dance? Crills mania, nigga
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BXTS!
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I owns this shit!
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The Fugitive
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| Fat Joe |
