[Intro: Max B]
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Oww! Yeah
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Vigilante Season
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Boss Don, Dame Grease
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Let's get 'em, yeah
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[Verse 1: Max B]
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These streets, I got 'em in a smash
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If it's worth it, throw his body to the surface
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Everything is picture perfect
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Dog I wouldn't change a thing, got these niggas hatin' me
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Never once did they judge me when I couldn't make it rain
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If you see that Boss Don, he deliver
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Every song, bitches they quiver, whenever I give 'em heavy dong
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Got that bezzy on my arm and it glisten like a charm, I'm the man
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See Jimmy, he my biggest fan, nigga damn
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See I do this shit for fun, I was only toying with that cockaroach
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Now it's time to ride, we got lots of coke
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Know I cop the best shit on the streets, why you envy?
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Hit me with some punani, baby don't be stingy
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Baby don't be tryna diss the Boss Don Bigga, nigga no
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It's best thing that I get the dough
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Higher stratuspheres, I can take you there, just grab my hand
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Make you disappear like the Magic Man, tragic, damn
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[Chorus: Max B]
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The lord is tryna tell you somethin' (somethin') somethin' (somethin')
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Every morning you wake up and hit the mirror...
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... then don't know who you are (are)
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Po-Po they almost caught it in the crib but we flushed it (flushed it)
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Flushed it (flushed it)
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Gain Greene gettin' money, you bitches, I hope you notice the cars, awwww
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(Oh why?) You can see it in my eyes, I'm tryna ride
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(Oh why?) You in heaven but nobody waan die
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(Oh why?) I love fi see a battyman cry
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Every morning you wake up and hit the mirror then don't know who you are
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[Verse 2: French Montana]
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We hear to stay like sickle cell
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And you can tell I'm through these faces like Trenton Trail
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Montana, Biggavell, on-camera, get you killed, fit the bill
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Cop kinda work that don't fit the scale
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Niggas try to counterfeit me and my niggas style
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I be lookin' on that WorldStar, watch a nigga style and try to book 'em
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Fuck up your budget, the cannon bust and them shots flying
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Fresh outta high school to the league, Mount Zion
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I'm like Kobe with the.40, McGrady with the.80
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Shaq with the Mac, put a hole in your back
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I'm a product of that product they be baggin' up
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Coke Boyz, prices on his head, toe-tag 'em up
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You niggas underpaid, went and got the London Wave
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Gain Greene/Coke Wave renegades
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You know them niggas gun a hot, 100 shots
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You know we run the streets, what the bumboclaat
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Montana, bitch
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[Chorus: Max B]
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The lord is tryna tell you somethin' (somethin') somethin' (somethin')
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Every morning you wake up and hit the mirror...
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... then don't know who you are (are)
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Po-Po they almost caught it in the crib but we flushed it (flushed it)
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Flushed it (flushed it)
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Gain Greene gettin' money, you bitches, I hope you notice the cars, awwww
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(Oh why?) You can see it in my eyes, I'm tryna ride
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(Oh why?) You in heaven but nobody waan die
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(Oh why?) I love fi see a battyman cry
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Every morning you wake up and hit the mirror then don't know who you are
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[Verse 3: Max B]
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Back up in this shit again, me and Dame Grease we got another hit again
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Scratch workers in tenements
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I'm innocent, wasn't even there
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People whisper when they see me like, "That's him! That's him! "
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Benjamins, get 'em by the bunch, bullets hit him by the bunch in his gut
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He salty 'cause his bitch a slut, lift her up
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Beat it while I'm standing, 'cause she cheated, I'm the man
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Pop that cannon in a jam, I was the man when I was vanned
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Now the bitches do whatever I say, "Baby, give me some.
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Fix me up. Hit you with the K." I get plenty munch
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Y'all niggas know where he from, we Harlem, bitch
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Ridin' on you faggots, y'all gon' hear me come
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Y'all niggas gon' hear me dump (dump) at my rival crew
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This 50 bag inside my shoe, 5th of Grand Cru
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Y'all know how we do, this is how we move on our enemies
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Kill 'em all one by one
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Bend 'em up in piles, I'm gon' send 'em up to style, wow
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[Chorus: Max B]
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The lord is tryna tell you somethin' (somethin') somethin' (somethin')
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Every morning you wake up and hit the mirror...
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... then don't know who you are (are)
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Po-Po they almost caught it in the crib but we flushed |