[Sheek]
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Yo, ayo let's get papers and pop Mo' with holes up in skyscrapers
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In condiminiums, overlooking our drug capers
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New York City, know only way to play is gritty
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I want cheddar, so we can front up in the 850
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My whole commity like to puff L's and look jiggy
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Who wan' test this? My semi leave you chestless
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And ain't shit that you can say to me when you be breathless
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Young, but I done did shit that you won't do
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So go ahead wit the bullshit you blab about goin through
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I got niggaz who pump on yo' block and in yo' spot
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Who sit next to you? Protectin you?
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But they'll murder you, playa
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Don status, nigga we gettin chipsesis
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And bad bitchsesis, frontin, frontin in eclipsesis
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[Mase]
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Ayo, Mase and The Lox
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We takin knots from the out of state spots
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Any nigga make it hot, get found in vacant lot
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You don't really wanna come try, the one guy
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Who stay dumb high from blunt lye
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The rack of sing-sing alumni
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Who got more beef than a Islamic farm
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So I pack enough sonic arms to neutralize atomic bombs
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It's not a nigga in your gang want it
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My AK slay gays, spray strays wit niggaz names on it
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Often I bug, then we'll soften a thug
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Have a chump coughin blood, fill his coffin with slugs
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Yo, you know I got enough guns to wreck a nation
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Any nigga wave a Tec at Mase, and, have a explanation
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You bring your crew and em and I'm doin em
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Then I'm beatin em down with aluminum
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Then I'm puttin two in em
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You can't touch me, I've been double sent, wanted for embezzlement
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A lot of other things, but that's irrelavent
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[Chorus(x2):]
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[Styles]
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If you love the money, then prepare to die for it
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[DMX]
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Niggaz done started somethin
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[Styles]
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You can lay in the flames, or hug the sky for it
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[DMX]
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Niggaz done started somethin
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[Jadakiss]
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Yo, check out the kid that get coke like Sosa
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Never turned down chocha, be in the Costa
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Rica, sippin margaritas wit a mami
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Cleanin my Tommy, showin love to my army
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Whenever The Lox find rippy blocks, we kill em
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Yeah I hear niggaz, but I still don't feel em
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And this for the listeners, and prisoners
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And them jealous rap cats that prefer dissin us
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My 16's be so real, you can feel em in your vain
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Like Ramello's pops from Sugarhill
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J be the cause for the kiss at your wake
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Cartel lips, spittin clips at your face
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We started from the bottom
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You'll see bad niggaz pardon, whatever
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We can do it at the Garden
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Word life, this shit is real big
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I'm makin niggaz blow trial even if they not guilty
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[Styles]
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I want a palace for my thugs, wit oriental rugs
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Green bags from drugs, get wacked for the love
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Twenty niggaz batter me, still couldn't shatter me
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I'm only gettin up, splittin up your anatomy
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Official lock family, grants niggaz handin me
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I want the finer things, and I hope you understandin me
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Sittin at the table, plannin and plug the fan in
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Let the sweat dry off and then grab your cannon
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Think you smartest, and retaliate the hardest, regardless
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If you a thug or a rap artist, respect me like Pesci
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and if rap was hockey, I be Gretzky, puffin Nestle
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Any ya niggaz done started somethin
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Actin invincible like you god or somethin
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If you god, then I'ma makes a lot til you rot
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And if you a playa, then play for everything you got
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And if you a thug, then start bustin off shots
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And if you a dog, you better bite before you bark
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[Chorus]
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[DMX]
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Don't came at me wit no bullshit, use caution
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Cause when I wet shit, I dead shit, like abortions
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For bigger portions, of extortion then racketeering
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Got niggaz fearin, fuck whatchu heard, this whatchu hearin
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How much darker must it get, how much harder must it hit
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See if your hardest niggaz flip, when I start a bunch of shit
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I like pussy, but not up in my face, so gimme three feet
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Cause when we creep, no more than three deep, niggaz see sheep
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Bloodhounds found your shit buried in the mud
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Following traces of gun powder, residue and blood
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A positive ID is impossible, so you know
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John Doe is what they gon' be puttin on that tag on yo' toe
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Now who gon tell yo mother, her baby's under a cover in the morgue
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Stiff as a log, sniffe |