[Intro]
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Yeah!...
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I hear you...
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And Ima make you shut the fuck up!
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[Chorus]
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Yeah they see me movin
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They gon need to stop drop
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Off the face of earth but Ima make it pop hot
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These niggas are not not
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Watch me take my spot got
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Money got power and respect baby
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I just hope times on my side
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I've been tryin all my life
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Every block someones dyin
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Always high heres our life
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Come inside
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[Verse 1]
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Energies my ammunition
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Like AK shells
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So think about that when you plan on dissin
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Go straight to hell
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Bred to be ballin since a baby kickin
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I had the smell (sniffs)
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Brand new money ladies sniffin
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They take a L
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I take a shit on rappers horse worth
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Can't die must conquer the world first
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Like a monster to media
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On my beautiful girls search
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High and low I am no thing u tamper wit
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Made the plan you should cancel it
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Make examples I trample shit
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Drop you here I am cancerous
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Answer this, who can handle this?
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Scandalous
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I dismantles these ants and piss on a trucer
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You think I seen the future
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How I wam crip recruper
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Fire hand
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Wam became a brand new man
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Big producer ugh
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Gift from heaven
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Livin legend and I come from queens
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Robbin leggin 3-5-7 in my fuckin' jeans
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Sufferin and fuckin' up schemes
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Twin Bentleys
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Matchin beamers on a couple beams
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Try my sentenc-in
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 2]
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Murdered half of yall on my mixtapes
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Come rap up in my wrath
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Now I'm laughin look at ya rib cage
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Ya ass been in a slump
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Come blastin I lend ya bitch face
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Success is wut they want
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Tongue lashin'll get ya shit sprayed
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Have it how you want
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Blood bath
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I'm as sharp as switchblade
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You'll be smilin for life
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Love flashin I got the shit made
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Forget where I'm at now I passed em around the 6th grade
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Passion for my profession outlast anyone you could name
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Hood fame got me ridin in wood grain
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Look lame Stanten, Harlem to Brooklyn
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They know I'm cooked Cain
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Took aim rappin would bang
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I could change
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But this sport ain't a good game
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I'm strappin sir
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Back seat in the passenger
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Semi-auto massacre
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Shoppin while I laugh at ya
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Rappers feed my appetite
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Metaphors will tackle ya
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These niggas ain't half as nice
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Playboy in my afterlife
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Real nigga wit cash and ice
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Drop the bread pass the dice
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Hope I crack twice
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Father Time
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Lloyd Banks |