[Styles P]
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Do the same thing, get the same results
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You creepin like Batman, stronger than The Hulk
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Runnin to the bank teller, dump it for the vault
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On my (Town) shit, Ben Affleck, whole nigga cause
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most men just half-step, I ride hard
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Motherfucker and I ain't crash yet - you don't know
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Or you do know, I'm like Mario Puzo
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with Cujo - you don't get it?
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I'm a prolific animal, every verse flammable
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Weird like Murdoch, thinkin like Hannibal
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Man like Face but I'm wild like B.A.
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Bullet to your head when you talkin to the D.A.
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Talkin to the judge, and I be in the cab
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Cause I think the car bugged, I don't play with hard luck
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Killin your homeboy, now you call it hard love
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Treat you like a blunt how I'm gettin you sparked up
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[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
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Nigga we don't play~! We handle problems the worst way
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We'll get you shot stabbed robbed on your birthday
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Nigga you ain't got no business 'round here in the first place
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Look at everybody chillin - well fuck that!
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I'ma play the villain - fuck that! I'm here to make a killin
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All money's good money, weed and liquor stealin
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Small money, tall money, nigga we want it all
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Left hand on the wheel, other hand on the drawer
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[Lloyd Banks]
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Nino icepick through your writing hand
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Heart like a rock, hard to drop like Spider-Man
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Park your pretty cars up, hop inside the rider van
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Punctuate your lung for a couple hundred dollar stand
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Drive of a street lord, knowledge of a college man
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Almighty dollars get you dead, make your momma plan
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Nuttin like the sound of dough, I'ma make the commas dance
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Numbers jump high numb and drunk in my drama stance
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The no fly zone, you don't get a city chance
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Show up at your show, make you hoes piss your skinny pants
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I'm with Sammy so my haters can't stand me or jam me
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I'm runnin niggaz over like Brandy
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Motherfuck a Grammy, give me weed and eye candy
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Coca-Cola daughter, pussy from a very nice family
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Won't last steppin in the street without the swammy
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From Southside to Y.O., niggaz die daily
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[Chorus]
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[Styles P]
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I'm hard and the problem like algebra
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Only use the gun if it's a high enough caliber
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You ain't a (Dodge) car then you ain't no (Challenger)
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Play wit'cha life nigga but you ain't no gambler
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Die any day of the week, go get a calendar
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Harder than Russian roulette, nigga fuck a Gilette
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I take a gun and put a (Buck) to your neck
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or +50+ to your grill, bring the blicky to the hill
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These young niggaz is buggin, tipsy off the pills
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I bring the fire like a motherfuckin Bic lighter
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Paper shredder eraser to any sick writer
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Ghost is Apocalypse, holdin your esophagus
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Runnin through the shit like a motherfuckin rhinoceros
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Nasty like a hippo is, show you what a sicko is
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Barrel to your girl clit, bitch is you ticklish?
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You gon' fuck around and get, burned like syphilis
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[Chorus]
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We Don't Play
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Styles P |