[Jadakiss]
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Yo even if I just cooked up, if money's comin give you it moist
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And don't be scared to die, I aint give you a choice
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Niggas'll try to kill you cuz of what they think you got
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And the ambulance'll take longer if they think you shot
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Nigga fuck the bullshit, Kiss keep a full clip
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In front of the store rockin gauze in the woolrich
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Blowin sticky green grass, that'll sit me on my ass
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Wit a mean sports coupe with 160 on the dash
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So what I got a Rollie, and it got alotta ice
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I pull my gun out, and bet I get another one tonight
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Your brother died, bet your mother lose another son tonight
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I'm clever, only time we party, when we beat a body
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Or when they free Gotti, so that means never
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To my niggas in they cell wit a hour of rec
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Or K.L., for beatin a coward to death
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I feel y'all, so feel me, even if y'all guilty
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Time y'all niggas come home, the god'll be filthy
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Even though by then these faggots probably be done killed me
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I tell my son, keep it real, give y'all niggas each a bill
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So what's the deal, niggas y'all know the deal, uh
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[CHORUS: Jadakiss]
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Who did you expect, what, L O X to the death
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And we go hard dog, everytime, nothing less
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Catch us at the dice game, blowin a thou
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Never go in to trial, coppin out, holdin it down
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We could get it on, any way shape or form
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Any day of the week, Styles, Jada, and Sheek
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It aint hot 'less we are niggas we are the heat
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We Are The Streets and we makin it hard to eat
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[Sheek]
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Ayo, you say fuck me, I feel the same way about you bitch
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Niggas made you rich and now you act like this
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Who them thuggest niggas on your team, guns to the triple beam
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Without rap my nickles gleam, drug money make it seem
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Fast, niggas puff hydro and hash like it's nicotine
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Fake niggas, rid o theem, who flip from wealth
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You want space, I give your whole hospital room to yourself
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I got doctors who make housecalls when niggas get hit
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That way the press and the cops run shit, feel me kid
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When it comes to thuggin it, nigga that's my sport
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I even pick up your shells so you won't get caught
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Dumb dumbs, niggas camouflaged playin as bums
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Pop up, shoot through the liquor bottle, straighten your lungs
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Take the bum clothes off, buy a paper at the newsstand
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Walk by me, scream out, "Somebody help this man"
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Not even life insurance helpin your fam, I'm takin that
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I'm from Yonkers motherfucker, where the murderers at
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Murderous gat, we bloodline no cur in our pack
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You owe us dough, have it as that, I leave it at that, faggots
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[CHORUS]
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[Styles]
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Spittin to live, two bullets hittin your ribs
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You christen your kids, I let my son listen to B.I.G.
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I won't stop til a thousand niggas fit in my crib
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I won't be happy til my last nigga finish his bid
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All on the top, yeah you could ball in a drop
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I'd rather, ball in a yacht, no callin the cops
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In the middle of the ocean, lettin my nine pop
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Givin a dime cock, blowin away
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Baggin the yae, tryin to get a wagon a day
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Pick up a quarter, and still throw my chain in the water
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Watch on the floor, bitch I'll put my glock in your jaw
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Niggas think they own a label, just signed a deal
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You poppin that bullshit they might find you killed
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Slum throwin the highway, behind the wheel
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Or you could do it my way, relax and chill
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You could worship SP sell cracks and peels
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Bitch I smack your mouth while you smoke in the field
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Run up in your house, then alarmin your grill
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Drama for real, you never seen honor and will
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Til you wake up in the mornin and your mama is killed
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[CHORUS]
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Who Did You Expect
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The LOX |