(Intro)
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Hold up!
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YMCMB
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DJ Feezy
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You already know what it is man
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That YMCMB
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Some call it that flashy lifestyle
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But this is just what we do
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This is that everyday life
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This is how we live
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We got the bitches
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We got the cars
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Nigga we damn sure got the money baby
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YMCMB
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Mack Maine, talk to em!
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Then who¡¯s fault is it anyway
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Don¡¯t trust what I tell you
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Don¡¯t fucking move
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And no one will get hurt
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Don¡¯t come in any closer
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Don¡¯t fucking move
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Cause I don¡¯t know how much you hurt my heart in 2
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Alrighty then!
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(Verse)
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To beat a murder charge in New Orleans is so easy
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Shoomies got me spookin, I¡¯m shootin for no reason
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Fuck, fucking with the flow it¡¯s like fighting with 4 demons
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Got 2 forties on me, my gun and my old english
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Bitch, turn up the level on my mike
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Make it rain in the sun like when the devil beat his wife
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See that dude with that gauge and his straight long hair
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Better hope like a good neighbor that stay foamed up
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It¡¯s loyalty amongst thieves but I¡¯ll take it if you got it
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Let Mack hold my burner while I shake a nigga pockets
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It¡¯s YMCMB and I check it if you gossip
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Long Desert Eagle but it¡¯s peckin like an ostrich
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You the type of nigga that will tell if a nigga hit you
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I¡¯ll throw a fuckin cocktail through a nigga window
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Flame game flow, you fuckin with the fire starter
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I divide the men from the porches, I¡¯m a problem solver
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(Interlude)
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Bitch!
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Soo Woo
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Mack I¡¯m tired of these bitch ass niggas
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What it be like funk?
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Don¡¯t come in any closer, don¡¯t come in any closer
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Don¡¯t come in any closer, don¡¯t come in any closer
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(Verse)
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Mack Maine say fuck em I¡¯ma shoot em
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Catch em out the club, follow em, I won¡¯t lose em
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I had the choppa sing, sing, sing like music
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They offer me lean, but nah I don¡¯t use it
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YMC affiliated, yeah, fuck it, that¡¯s my family
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Shoot you in your Range Rover, shoot you in your Camry
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Broad daylight, New Jack City
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I got a mac, turn my hood to left mag city
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They got beef with Wayne? Tell em bring it Diddy
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I got the hammers in the same bag my reefer¡¯s in
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And I ain¡¯t tryina live, walk my past accolades
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Black hat, black mac, black Escalade
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I only sell cocaine that¡¯s gorgeous
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White on white shit, like a pair air forces
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My Bronx niggas leave MU corpses
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Kendale to Mirror Marr, cocaine fortress
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Niggas that will kill you for affiliation
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I know niggas that will kill you for initiation
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Bad drug deals they kill you for that situation
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You shouldn¡¯t have put your moms in that situation
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(Interlude)
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Don¡¯t come in any closer, don¡¯t come in any closer
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Don¡¯t come in any closer, don¡¯t come in any closer
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(Verse)
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What you saying, what you saying?
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I¡¯m praying, heaven¡¯s a ghetto
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Made a crystals when Chris was staying
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You ain¡¯t the same, you wanna Louis Lane in my Louis swinging
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Show you, how to go from Batman from Superman
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So you just saying Mack and I react
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Like a nigga missed lunch for a good 10 months
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And I do this yeah like a done 10 blunts
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In the booth so swift, I don¡¯t get punched
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Ain¡¯t telling me shit, young money to death
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You ain¡¯t got the chips, we run in your breath
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Then run in your house, then run in your bitch
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In front of the kids, run off the steps
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Niggas get doubt, they plottin on loadin no sympathy
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Now that you know well I show what I¡¯m mentally drowning around
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In the thought that it get me gunned down
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If he¡¯s down in the boat I proceed to be g
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Go on and get it, niggas could get it if we let it be
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Fuck an impression, I¡¯m cool with confessing
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From young that I want to grow up and be me
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That¡¯s my slogan, I¡¯m high in the days
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I write in the gaze, I put your mind in the maze
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Don¡¯t never fuck with the boy
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It¡¯s like crime it don¡¯t pay
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Except for my boys, will get your body today
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(Interlude)
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Don¡¯t come in any closer, don¡¯t come in any closer
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Don¡¯t come in any closer, don¡¯t come in any closer
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(Verse)
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Untamed, Young Maine, real nigga money
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You got chump change
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Cum stains, tongue rings
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Wild nigga, Django Unchained
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I dump thangs, night at the gun range
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For point blank |