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On the real, all you crab niggas know the deal
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Exclusive, Queensbridge coming with that new shit
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On the real, all you crab niggas know the deal
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Exclusive, Queensbridge coming with that new shit
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On the real, all you crab niggas know the deal
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Exclusive, Queensbridge coming with that new shit
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[Havoc]
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Yo, Infamous Mobb on they job, 41st side originators
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Smackin fake players, strugglin to cop gators
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Frontin with, ice grill metal down off the impost
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You know the deal, NYC official battlefield
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??? up on death, can't hear your squad is affused to heal
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Permantly scarred, niggas from here to hill
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Non-religous, who with the gods, yes you know I bill you
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Their standpoint, keep an open mind, like a dime shorty
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My rhymes is two to five, the route to mine, tanted aspects
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Yell timber, you gettin chopped by my gortex
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Disect, tap ya ?jap? plus your chicken, we rippin
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Ship from NY to North Click, lotto pick
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Budweiser, make you piss, scared to death
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On your own self, the Infamous
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[KL]
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Now its verbal abuse 'cuz the mic's in use
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To y'all sorry excuse, get'cha neck put in a nuese
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KL's quick to let loose to make your blood count reduce
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Over the snare drum, we reproduce like cum
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Impragnatin' the track to make it fatter than it was
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Givin life to ideas, through the verse is what it does
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[Poet]
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We see a close call, about two clicks from my fortress
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We roll a squad deep on the Kawasaki horses
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Queensbridge's got the drop on y'all niggas tryin to toss us
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We metal down time to show these clowns who the boss is
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[Kamikaze]
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We live for this shit, ain't tryin to take no loses
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Accumulatin too much cream for you to touch
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Fuckin welcome to my clutches
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Wipe the blood up off my chucka's
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From the ruckus, you gone, and your crew still love us
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Can't call it, I'm in love with this good life shit
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I'm workin with jewels, cars, chicken clits, payin rent
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Morg presidents, runnin wild, stackin in piles
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Onyx pendants and ruby down shit from the nile
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Kamikaze style, tote the antique three pound
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Yo 'Mega, lets cop this brick and let the Mobb supply the town
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[Cormega]
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Begotti rims on a Yukon Denali, jewels on my body
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The type that make the trife'est niggas move on somebody
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Where my ice is glitter
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my nine'll fuckin terminate you ghetto license nigga
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I know you heard about my gold chain chokin me
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Cocaine provokin me, boo from Peru with my llelo in her ovary
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Y'all niggas front, I rule in the hood
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My sons in the hood, I rock my jewels in the hood
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Got guns in the hood for makin moves in the hood
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Hit is on, theres anotha funeral in the hood
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You know the deal, test me, get hit directly
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This little nigga pack big Heat, like Joe Peschi
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Flow deadly, y'all niggas don't impress me
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My four-four's above the law, police won't arrest me
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My niggas at the corna stores, hustlin, go for yours
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Lifes a bitch, and I'm gonna run up in it raw nigga
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Chorus
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On the Real
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| Screwball |
