[Intro: Pusha T]
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King Push, RZA, razor, execution
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[Pusha T]
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The devil is a liar, you ain't broke bread, til you taste the devil's pie
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They say his laugh sounds like an angel when he cries
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What better camouflage when the halo's your disguise, them wings don't fly
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Your traitor is your neighbor, at your front porch
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And he's handing you your paper, bathrobe on
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But the swords underneath, and they wanna see your blood
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As it pours in the street, it's the mark of the beast
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The meek shall inherit the earth, the weak shall inherit the dirt
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You each should of perished at birth, still born or aborted
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Every street tax gotta come with an audit
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Either your life or your loved ones, straight razor or a snub gun
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From the village where the thugs from
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Same corner that you copping all your drugs from
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He a hero but he unsung, I'm the one
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[Raekwon]
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The Chambers is 36, the new and improved
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Now make a move, these guns whistle, sizzle up dudes
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Who got big mouths, no power, run to the bank
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With no dollars, got the nerve to switch crews
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We better then the rest of them, my guess is the estrogen
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And all the money we got, will move like the Mexicans
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And cartel, compound, and Carvel, the large scale
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It's Scarsdale, I fuck with golf, now, Shallah's ill
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Yeah, the coke is fresh, straight out of Bermuda, yo
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I'm chilling on the beach in Boca, chica with tuna
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Salads and palaces, yo, we smoke out them chalices
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Passing off balances, and bread til the Island, since
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Ninety eighty four, the blow is just more
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Then we would come through with rifles, rocking night boots in war
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A real niggas invention that came from a henchman
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Who blew up, now through the Wu up, that's my redemption
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[Chorus: Pusha T sample]
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"Drug dealer, been that nigga half my life
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Drug, drug dealer, been that nigga half my life
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You niggas talking, but you ain't never them
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Imagine been first name basis with the kingpin"
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[Joell Ortiz]
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God I was Lucifer's neighbor
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You wouldn't believe some of the things these people do for this paper
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Moving with lasers and the rugers, make a move, you make the papers
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Lose-lose situation, sweat up blood, you get to choose what you bath in
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A chemist cook work, the runner's foot work
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The customs took work, the soldiers put work in
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On any one of them muthafuckas who fuck up good work
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Bosses tell 'em good work, that just how the hood work
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Northface bubble with eight bundles under it
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Gold front upper lip smile while I was hugging it
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I lied, I wasn't Lucifer's neighbor, he who I'm fucking with
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My mom blew that snow in her nose, but I would hustle it
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Champ hoodie, mongoose with the pads
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Clap your stoup up, hit mom dukes in the legs
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That's beef, nigga, ya'll ain't street niggas
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Ya'll peep niggas, write it down and try to be niggas
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Fucking everything, neck heavy swing
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Second hand swept across that pretty break leg
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In that Nissan Honda Chevy thing, peddling
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Whatever bring, fetti' in, steadily I fed my whole time
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[Chorus]
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[Pusha T]
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In this art of war, my pen stroke is Picasso
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Niggas get the picture, I ain't gotta paint the nostrils
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You know my origin is over, when
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Fat black bitches singing over organs
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Die for a dollar, pride you don't swallow
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You save that for the one you buying red bottoms
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Yuck, that's the price you gotta pay for it
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Alls fair love and war, she masquerade for it
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Woo, Jack-O-Lantern Push
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Trick or treat, fucking shit, I earned it off the books
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Now listen to me vent, when you sit and watch
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It's like tires being spinned, shots from everywhere
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But they never make a dent, knight in shining armor
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Mistake me for the villain, cuz my vengeance is your karma
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Yeah, fear is knowing your a goner
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It's music to my soul cuz it's death before dishonor, gone
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[Danny Brown]
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Got the tongue of a pimp, raised by a dirty preacher
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That used the church money, to cop a new beemer
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Got the heart of a child, raised by a prostitute
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That bought his mama the rubbers when the john came through
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It's the microphone methadone, bringers of that extra stone
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You ain't getting pussy like your prom date had a |