[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
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Don't talk shit to the stars bro
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I'll have more niggas leanin' over your weight than a car show
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They bust you down like a Marlboro
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And i'm excited to see where your knee and ya arm go
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You don't want to know how much this cost
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Nigga i'm ballin' my dick been through every color lip gloss
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Around here that snitchin' get niggas pissed off
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That nigga front in the club he gettin' hip tossed
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We ride around everybody in the bricks saw us
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And them record execs pull out a grip for us
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[Music stops]
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[Snoop Dogg:]
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Yo what up? this is Big Snoop Dogg
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The Big Snoopy D-O- Double Gizzle
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For shizzle dizzle
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Tellin' you to get the S-W-A- tizzle
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SWAT motherfuckers
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[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
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Don't talk shit to the stars bro
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I'll have more niggas leanin' over your weight than a car show
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They bust you down like a Marlboro
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And i'm excited to see where your knee and ya arm go
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You don't want to know how much this cost
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Nigga i'm ballin' my dick been through every color lip gloss
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Around here that snitchin' get niggas pissed off
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That nigga front in the club he gettin' hip tossed
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We ride around everybody in the bricks saw us
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And them record execs pull out a grip for us
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I'm the shit boss
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And on top of that you can expect me to win like a New York Knick boss
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You actin' like you want to lay where your mom stay
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I'll put red dots on you like Kwame'
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I'm blowin' Bomb Bay
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Cause it always pays off to make ya important decisions the calm way
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My hood bitch'll get you set up god
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Cause her milkshake brings all the boys to the yard
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You can't even get a show Lloyds on his job
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Jet Black tints on the 'Voy and the 'Sage
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Take a look at this enormous garage
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If you listen you can hear the noise of manage
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Shit i'm royalty like Bin Laden
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You been lyin'
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I got Siamese Glocks
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You gon burn 'till the boy gets rid of ya
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You'll be a ghost dog like Forest Whitaker
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Whoever thought they'd be askin' for his signature
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And tourists visit ya
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For all this literature
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Shit we ain't the cats from the movies we overlooked
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I'll put a cast on your ass like a broken foot
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You can't teach me how to stunt nigga I wrote the book
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A gourmet maids on the payroll to cook
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And if i'm travelin' off land the boat is took
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Cruisin' slow so all the old folk can look
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These little niggas is so so, i'm so good
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I got the crowd in a choke hold in your hood
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Quarter poundin' a low low the pro should
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Ya sales movin' slow mo ya go wood
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You want to see me handcuffed in the slammer
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Lookin' that tough in the camera
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My suppliers married to a real Rasta
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All I got to do is hit her with the Kyllvassa
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No candles or chilled lobster
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Its a flat screen, a little BET
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Throw on a DVD
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Then its brain on my B-E-D-
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I pass her off to my nigga
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Who Shot Ya Freestyle
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Lloyd Banks |