[Hook: woman]
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We pop, we brawl, gettin' money til the day we fall
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We pop, we brawl, gettin' money til the day we fall
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[RZA]
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Double barrel shotgun, pop son
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I told nigga, just not run
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I saw him on 205th in Fordham
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This dog was frozen, so my high heat thawed him
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I blown ya, you need a blood donor
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My bitch ghetto, like Florida and Laronia
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Laundry mat hoes, who bought clothes?
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I flow checks, one followed by six o's (six o's)
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I got hoes, in codes, in different areas
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Four ton whips that's sittin' on interiors
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The bass shake in the club like it's earthquakin'
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I cock arm, pass the bomb, like Troy Aikman
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Play the face, but like Bruce Wayne and Dick Grayson
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You miserable, you get kidnapped by Kathy Bason
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Thrown to the dungeon, for your spongin'
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Of Wu Killa Bee, what's your total malfunction?
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[Shacronz]
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Come on, let's cut the crap, money
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I've been gettin' this rap money
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Crack money, stack money, I'm tryin' to get that Shaq money
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That Mike Tyson, Michael Jordan, Michael Jack' money
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Five hundred mill' and better, dog, yeah, now that's money
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Act funny, ya'll make me laugh (haha)
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Frontin' like you tough, you softer than a baby's ass
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These lazy ass, lazy -- fuck you! Pay me cash
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My crazy path will motor me into a Mercedes class
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[Chorus: Shacronz]
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We pop, we brawl, get money til the day we fall
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My glock, my fall, those shots through your bedroom door
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From the P's, to the morgue, cop Louie all the way to my drawers
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We pop, we brawl, get money til the way we fall
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[Freemurda]
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All ya'll can see is the back of my jersey
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Blowin' in the wind, goin' back to Jersey
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Off to Brooklyn, left you back in Jersey
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I was doin' a buck 90 like a throwback jersey
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Shame on a nigga, take it back to Dirty
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Run, game on a nigga, I'll be back in thirty
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Seconds, got the world's greatest reckon
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And that money I'mma spend it like your greatest record
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This Division, all the ladies respect it
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Disrespect it and the eighty'll check it
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It ain't hard to see how ya'll ignorin' the steel
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Niggas that I clap, lookin' for me still
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Til they look like they came out of George Foreman grill
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Thoughts are stolen on Free, must be on them crills
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Plus my, team gon' be holdin' like forty mill'
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Thoughts are rollin' on E., must be on those pills
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[Chorus]
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[Hook 2X]
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