[Verse 1]
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Bust it, from the dick I'm dissin all yall punk crews
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Y'all wack and won't even think of punchlines I don't use
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And to the niggas whose LP's I kinda liked
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I'm fresher than that, and that new shit you tryin to write
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Like mita, mita, name not Rashita
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Battle on the streets so when I'm playin senorita
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Spend a few peso on some chili con queso
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Thinkin how I used to wax rappers back that eso
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Be in San Juan, on the carriage like I'm Cam'Ron
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Wit a nigga tryin to chew my tampon with my pants on
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I'm gettin money off the books like I'm Beatnuts
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Make em sign pre-nups, word to my C-cups
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Fuck with they heads like Kahlua, milk and vodka
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Then tell they punk ass to move on like Silkk the Shocker
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Word to my godfather, who bombs harder
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Be out to get the paper like Inga and Shawn Carter
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HOOK 2X:
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All you MC's better stand your ground
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Cuz when Digga come around it's curtains
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Curtains, curtains, curtains, curtains, curtains
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(curtains on all y'all, curtains on all y'all, curtains on all y'all
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curtains on all y'all)
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When Digga come down
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[Verse 2]
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Some people say when I drink I don't act right
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Raisin my voice, I see some bitch and start a cat fight
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or in my travels, grabbin slices from S'Barro's
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Eyein fake niggas like they intimate apparel
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20,000 seaters, heads givin me pounds
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Even biggin me for shit I did for Lyricist Lounge
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Like, "How can I be down?", hoes I don't trust ya
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Playin me close so I can hook you up with Busta
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Fuck an entourage, I'm the bitch that roll dolo
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More still than mo-mo's and a 4-4 on my polo
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With the toaster, make ya run like Sammy Sosa
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Could take about 50 MC's like Tony Tocca
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Why you take it there? Cuz I'm fruitier than kiwi
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And when I freestyle you aint gon hear it on my CD
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Money management, cuz I'm grown up and older now
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Drinkin mad low and brow, tell em how it's goin down
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Bricks, Bricks, cuz I was born in the Bricks
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Bricks, Bricks, and shit is on in the Bricks
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Come at me twisted if ya think you got the heart to
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But you better be careful what you say like Sparkle
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Bricks, Bricks, you get jacked in the Bricks
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Bricks, Bricks, and I'm the mack in the Bricks
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Uh, I got niggas that'll run you over backwards
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And bitches that'll milk you, plus give you the package
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HOOK 4X
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Curtains
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Rah Digga |