*featuring Beanie Sigel, Memphis Bleek
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[Memphis Bleek]
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Yeah...yeah, nigga...
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Just Blazin' this shit, ya heard?
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It's ya main man...I'm back niggaz...HOLLA!
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My break I'm fresh off it
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I never change, I'm stuck in these ways
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Nike Airs, sweats and Taurus (uh?)
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But I'm-a do it for my enemies
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They wanna end my chill, wanna see what that villa be
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Now what that sound like?
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Plus they know what a clip get down like
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Turn bags from bladders, legs to wheels, paint it peels
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Cuz u fuckin' wit' a nigga that'll jump out, raise the steel
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I live this way it's real...dog...no joke
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Blow smoke in ya bitch face, piss in ya wheels
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Slap ya custies, clap your workers, dead the strip
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Stick ya connect, yap ya bitch
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So let it be known I'm back for my grizzley
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The Sergeant, the Cap, the Mac holds 60
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For rookies and vets I'll bang 'til it click
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So run and tell ya duela the Ruger come wit' two clips, dog
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M-Easy, won't leave, my hood need me
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Pop fa' sheezy, who don't believe me?
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We all criminals but live like a diplomat
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We get low, when the dough low, get it back
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[Beanie Sigel]
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Here is something you can't understaaaaaaaaand
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How I could just kill a man for Killa Cam
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Me and my Roc killa fam, top billers man
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We run the spot, drop ceilings fam...
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Hit the wall drop ceiling fans
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Listen boar, man I show you how to fill a van...
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Up with killers man
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And line the trunk
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Keep a stash box for the nine and the pump
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The coach walk you through and he grind you up
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What-chu want the dope or the weed?
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How you want it packaged? In the cap or the bag?
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How you want me packin'? Wit' the mac or the mag?
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Yeah that Bent get back, but listen scrap...act real fast
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And keep a wack that'll gag ya back
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Block style from ya swagger, ya swacks
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It's the Broad Street Bully bitch
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I bully niggaz on the broadest streets
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I house niggaz on the narrowest BLOCK!
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Know my rules when the barrel get hot
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When the gun blows...and the shots fall...and the smoke clear...
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Man I be hearin' you murder (you ain't here!)
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Nobody hit up in the cross cuz I'm observin' (you ain't here!)
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Nobody be missin' your loss cuz you deserved it
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South Philly niggaz kill at will, I keep my mac-milli CHILLY CHILL
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On the really-real, 'fore I make you niggaz feel this steel...
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[Cam'ron]
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(Killa! Killa!)
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Go 'head stupid niggaz go fuck wit' them chicks
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I'm the third little piggy, I'm-a fuck wit' them bricks
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Better yet the bakery I got pies and cakes
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Nigga think doublin' is turnin' 5 to 8
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I turn 8 to 20, 20 to 100, 100 to 1000
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That to 100,000, in front-a housin'
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Closed 'em all down dog, no one's allowed in
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I'm coppin' everything I'm done wit' browsin'
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It's the top don, glock palm, dot com
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Get your shit rocked ma like Haseem Rahman
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And I'm extra scary
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CEOs all the frontin' ain't necessary, I fuck wit' secretaries
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All for information...it ain't necessary
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They in love like the 14th of February
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Play 'em like April 1st right before I slide off
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It could be March 2nd, sound like July 4th
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Halloween or Memorial Day
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At your memorial be one year from today
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All y'all think it's peace and peachy
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I leave you reesy piecy, all my bitches rock...
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Christian Dior, BCBG...'round phony niggaz get the heeby jeebies
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Hungry hoes say "Killa feed me feed me..."
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Calm down ma, easy easy
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Talk greasy, please me, get my man Weezy
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Still rock Ellesses, to squeeze appease me
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He ain't no tease but measly
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Not Doggy's Angels...KILLA...please believe me...
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[scratches]
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You now rollin' with them thugs from the R-O-C... [Jay-Z]
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Niggaz wanna despise the team... [Beanie Sigel]
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ROC-A-FELLA
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When the shit gets down you know who's doin' the poppin! [Jay-Z]
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[scratches]
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KILLA! [Cam'ron]
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[scratches]
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EASY!
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Fuck those who disagree, my bullets you get 'em FREE! [Bleek]
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Roc-a-roc-a [scratches]
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Roc-a-roc-a [scratches] Roc-a-roc-a
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ROC in this muh [scratches]
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muh-muhfucka... [Jay-Z]
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The ROC (Just Fire)
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