"Basically over, basically over, basically over"--Raekwon (Scratched my Primo)
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The games over, feds took your Range Rover
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Your man snitched and your girl's screaming "I told ya"
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About those over the shoulder boulders that you be having
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Niggas smile in ya face, behind yo' back they back-stabbing
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Laughing, talkin 'bout all ya business
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How much you got to score with, to niggas you went to war with
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How many guns you got, and where you go to cop
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You shoulda seen me coming down the block
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You was gettin hot, but you didn't give a fuck
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You make a G in a day and spend it up
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In a black Benz tinted up, pound of weed twist it up
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Henny pourin out ya cup, livin it up
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?Daddy Warbuck? style
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Chours: repeat x2
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I watched niggas rise, I watched niggas fall down (Fall down)
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I seen it all, it went down in my town (Where, where?)
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Called Queensbridge, where the fugitives live
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Where some rap kids (Rap kids) can turn to big wigs (Big wigs)
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My niggas rollin dice and fled
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Braggin to the nigga with the slice in his head
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Now there's a price on his head
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For pullin out on Lil Bro
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Flashin his heat, he askin for beef
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Conference call, ready to brawl
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Caught him on a Blaz'a
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He breathing hard like he got asthma
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Choice words he spoke, headed for disaster
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Last to the gramma I spit
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Told him "Fuck you and whoever you get"
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He's like "Whatever kid"
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Fourteen days later
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Whole team made they way to my block
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Young bucks with guns tucked and cocked
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Like they runnin the spot
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Im'a load one bullet for all of y'all
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You saw it on my face, war ready
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I'm callin the pace, its gettin more steady
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Don't bite what you can't chew
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Dumb little niggas like "That aint'choo"
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Yo, recognize what it coulda came to
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Put a whole in you, just like a navel
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Chorus
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Now keeps your eyes on
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Screwball, these rap dons, QB icons
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Play the project with a firearm
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Fully loaded, I keep a razor thats coroded
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I'll slash you with it, 'cuz every rhyme is crime committed
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Speak it 'cuz I did it before, I got on
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I ?dub? niggas moms up til they first born
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Til they only child, you pull car you'll get a wild
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One, I'm at the bottom of the struggle tryin to rise son
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A wise one, step ahead, keep my fam fed
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Broke bread off this game and I held my head
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You want details, then lets negotiate crack sales
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New guns thats watched the game, clientale
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Yo we rock well, we keep our name ringin bells
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>From this mic to the street life, we doin this right
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See we swore to these streets to vibe
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And draw heat, fuck a peace sign
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A waste of time, respect my nine
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Chorus
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What'choo thought
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Screw holdin down th fort
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Primo on the track
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What'chall want now
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Its like dat
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Feel it for a minute
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Seen it All
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| Screwball |
