[Jae Millz]
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Yea . . . you know we had to do this right here
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All hoods, stand up
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All rude bwoys
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[Cam'Ron]
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It's the remix, Killa, Dip Set
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Harlem, mo say, chrome holla at me
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[Verse]
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Doggy I seldom stunt, but got some pell 'em stunts
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Call 'em dunts, tell them hoes go sell them cunts
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Roll hella blunts, and I'm only gonna tell you once (No, No, No)
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So you should tell a friend, to tell a friend, to tell a bitch
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Tele-a-thon, telescope, televise, can tell I'm rich
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Cause I sell my bricks, call hoes pultry that smell like fish, bitch
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You rockin' Dada Dot, me I keep a Prada box
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Ak', gotta rock the rocks, now I got the rock of Roc's (Minimum)
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And I cop a top, ak chop a glock, suede, beige, knock a knock
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System in the drop of drops, get the mobstered mopped
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Get the poppas popped, top a top, shot the pawn
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Dog, they'll be shotters shot, I done shot a lot
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Shot the nine, shot the rock, sure shot, shot for sure
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But I'm secure, no security, killa keep glocks and fours
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Plus blocks of raw, probably popped your whore
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But I'm not for sure, bitch wanna hop aboard
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Hit up the docks and shores (No, No, No)
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[T.I.]
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I know these ho niggaz hate this, I know this niggaz hate this
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Fake until you make it nigga
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If I wanted to be me as long as wanted to be I'd hate me too nigga, you know
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[Verse]
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It's your decision, we can do it however you want to
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Fight or shoot it out, look the choice is on you
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You could swindle a lame, but the gangstas ya don't fool
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Young pimpin' wont lose nigga (No, no, no)
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We can beef if you choose, but if we comparing the crews
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If we ever meet cha, we gotcha for keepin' ya jewels
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Keep your raps on the beats . . . and the talkin and keep talkin
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Cause is that what you wanna do nigga (No, no, no)
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Well I suggest you invest in vests and count your blessings
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Keep that smith and wessun, heckler cotch, whatever you got
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Cause what I come with too heavy to cock, clearing the block
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Nigga beggin' me to stop talkin' bout (No, no, no)
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Ain't this what you niggaz wanted to get, wanted with Tip?
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Get hit up in your stomach then get hit for runnin' ya lips
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Spit each and everyone in the clip, and one in your whip
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Ambulence just wasted a trip (Come if you want to man)
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Combat time, was flat lines, to back grime
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Nigga runnin' actin' like a Nissan and Pathfinder (Sfffmmmm)
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When the lead flyin' it's bed time, the head lyin'
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The paper in the morning saying (No, no, no)
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[Jae Millz]
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Yo I been spittin, been gifted, been crazy flow
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Wize, been attent, shit you can call me Benjamin
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Brethren, I don't ball with dopes
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And you can call me anything you want, just don't call me broke (No, no, no)
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Most hated, M to the izz H phenomenal
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Get up and one'll stretch, direct through your abdominal
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I'm warning you, stop your blood clot cryin'
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Stop lyin' cause theres no stop in dyin' (No, no, no)
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Picture me passing my chain, or getting smacked by a lame
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That's like runnin' up on Father Zeek, and Matches Lane
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It just dont sound right, I get your team devoured
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So don't even TINK about it (No, no, no)
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you just a server shorty, I'll leave ya king stun
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I'm a king son, in Kingston, I bling dumb
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Only rapper you seen walkin' icey in the terrordome
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Holla back, how real is that (No, no, no)
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No I don't wanna stop, I gotta 'em sick
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So I'mma keep going, keep flowin'
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Benz backin' up so I'ma keep rollin' bent
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And I'm stilla heavy spitter, plus I'm good with the pitbull
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The tech missiles and the heavy hitters
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SUCKAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAS
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[Jae Millz]
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Those my peoples, N Y C
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Killa, Dip Set
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They know, T.I. grand hustle
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What up
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They know who I am
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Jae Millz, call me whatever, just don't call me broke
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Wanna WHAT!?
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No, No, No (Remix)
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| Jae Millz |
