Killa (Killa)
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Dipset man
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Aye yo you know I've been all over the motherfucking world man
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But ain't no place like Harlem man
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(Let) me break it down man
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[Verse 1]
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We tie dynamite to the rhino type. Whine you might find yo sight
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Sell the information for a dime a white, that China China
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I'm behind the diner, selling marijuana to a minor minor
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Elder fella, lookin for that shine, Ill shine ya
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My mind designa, you a dime, I dine ya
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Madonna momma, body bottle, your fine, I'm finer
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Time to climb her, climb behind vagina
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Then I hime and grind her, 'til her mom remind her
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Diamonds blind her, visions gone, kiss her palm
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Turn her on, lift her arm, notice that her wrists is wrong
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Gotta get it right ma, we gon get along
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Said how don't trip, but yo the trick is wrong
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First visit warn, day job tick a tron
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Night time, missed the mom, bootleg cris and don
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Brother Chris and Don, and they sister calm
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They sell yay, you'll say yay, this shits the bomb
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Ima hit my man, tellem you my bigga pawn
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The rest, so yes, you'll be blessed to hit the intercom
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You know kisses mom, she gave him wisdom charm
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And they father come from a long lista dons
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And I get it cheaper, I cop bricks like sneakers
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And if the cops come, I just hit amnesia
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But I give you an earful, it's tearful
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Told my mother I hustle, and she said be careful
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[Chorus]
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Why I feel like I'm loosin weight?
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Why I ain't got no money? If I'm movin weight
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My lifes based upon, what Imma do this year
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Cop a boat, Hop a layer
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Now the army suits cute wit my chocolate Airs
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You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair
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Still the sweet in me, nothing they can do to me
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I made sure my mother and girl, is smothered in pearls
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When a nigga under the world
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[Verse 2]
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Everybody like Cam got the recipe now
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Not them three girls I got to be Destiny's Child
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Specially equities, wreckin we smile
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In the fear tech the tech and use the tech that we wile
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The tech with the septa, Receptive affiles
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Hectic, heckle a koch, Helicopters on the set of my sales
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Nah, I ain't gon be imbedded in jail
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Talking to a cellmate in a bed in a jail, dog
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I broke bread with the wheel, fled from some seals
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And the house, I was the head of the hills, shit
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You get a dumb ho, and get dumb happy
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Go to the gun show, get gun happy
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Stuck, killed, mugged, milt
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Tone flint sticks, bo, Chubs milk
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Poochi, baba, butta got the hardest shells
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We the Midwest gun cartel, nigga
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Ya, well just clap up ya brains, snatch up ya chains
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See dog? Rap is my aim
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But I'm a hust-ul-a, in my heart, trapped is the game
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A test of my frame, tapped to my brain, affects that remains
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It wasn't rap, it was crack that got the racks on the Range
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Look dog, don't be askin for dames, see
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Playboy, I don't own that man
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In any way homeboy, you a grown ass man, shit
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And when I rap it ain't no punchlines
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I be on the highway dirty, crunch time
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N o timeouts homeboy, just one time
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If they find that stashbox, just one time:
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Shit, they'll put the dogs in the trunk
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Side of the road, holding you up, cold as a fuck
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They want that button, Lunge it and push it
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Soon as they lunge it and push it, I run in the bushes
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That's how I play mine, jump over the grapevine
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Take my chances, one on one with the k9
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Stealin a clip, for anyone squealin they lips
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Fuck y'all if y'all ain't feeling the dips
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[Chorus]
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Harlem Streets
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Cam'ron |