[Havoc]
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It's real, yeah, right, oh, uh, it's right, oh yeah, whoo
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Feel it baby, yes
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Another day another dolla, it's about gettin money
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Then you can gimme a holla, my nose runny
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I've been out in the cold, hustlin for so long, my hands numb
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But bet I feel that paper hit my palm
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[Nas]
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My stripes show like regimines, military intelligence
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Murder game, I leave no evidence, credentials
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Go ask my preschool, even talk to my old principal
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He tell you how I used to pack a number two pencil
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[Prodigy]
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It's like ah shit it's on, time to go shoppin
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For cars not fashion, my whips be the bomb
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My clothes, be the same shit that we had on
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Fuck lookin cute save that for the broads
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[Jay-Z]
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Ya brought to the game, all the scores the adrenaline rush
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Your blug-boys not knowin cops could rush
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And you in a drop, you so easy to touch
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No two days are alike, except the first and fifteenth pretty much
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[Havoc]
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It's the H-A-V-O, C dump and reload
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Knock knock answer that I'm blastin through the peep hole
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Body charge, pay lawyers so we get those
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Get locked then I'm sluttin lady CO's
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[Prodigy]
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We be the only niggaz you know that fuck they PO's
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They push our files to the top, you still on peroll
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We got, money to roll, no time for pennetentiaries
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Too much dollars to fold, it's bulgin out our jeans
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[Chorus x2]
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Here I go again, whether I win or lose
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But losin ain't a option girl
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My destination is top of the world [top of the world]
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[Havoc]
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Ya'll like bitches, the chit chatterin
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Stay not likin a nigga, but givin dap to him
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Hav don't change for no chick, and they adapt to 'em
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Never get cool with you niggaz I end up clappin 'em
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[Jadakiss]
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Ey yo my attitude is subject to change
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I mess around and spit twelve with the drivers side doin ya range
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Six hit you, the other six up in ya dame
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Mafia style, leave you with your watch and your change
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[Prodigy]
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Federal note fettish, you fuck with my niggaz Franklin and Grant
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Get yo ass blammed with the quickness
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Ya niggaz is finished, you overdosin the world with that cute shit
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It's time for this realness
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[Jay-Z]
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And trust, is a word you seldom hear from us
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Hustlers, we don't sleep, we rest one eye up
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And the droppin to find a man, when the well dries up
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You learn to work the water, without work, you thirst 'fore you die yup!
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[Jadakiss]
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So take heat, that not only can I flow I can aim
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Cause y'all misdemeanin niggaz can't stand the rain
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Better believe that, whenever I see ya'll, I'mma test ya
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Only cause I know the fact that you respect pressure
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[Havoc]
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And here I go again, lettin the mack blow
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Slugs bubble up in ya stomach like lactose
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I'mma date shorty put it up in her backbone
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For real, put it on it like a check, though my rap don't
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[Nas]
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Tables turned now, got my own label I earned
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Like that nigga said in Dead Presidents, "Money to burn"
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Queensbridge paid homage respect
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Nas is a vadic, knowledge to rap
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Plotters with gats, niggaz is dissin that
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[Jay-Z]
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Now all the teachers couldn't reach me
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And my mamma couldn't beat me hard enough
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to match the pain of my pop not seein me, so
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With that stain in my membrane
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Got on my pimp game, fuck the world, my defense came
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Then that 'halin introduced me to the game
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Spanish Jose introduced me to Cam'
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I'm a hustler now, my gear is in and I'm in the in-crowd
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And all the way be light scream girls be lovin me now
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[Prodigy]
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We out-live labels, and distributors
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we run laps around e'rybody artist on ya pay-roll
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To hop up in the Range Rove
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Jet black with the black rims killin yo bitch in the A hole, uh oh
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[Chorus: til end]
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Win Or Lose (Remix)
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