(Ft. Q Tip, Lil Wayne & Kanye West)
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[Lil Wayne:]
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Welcome to the bank
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Where you deposit Young Money, and you get Cash Money
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I'm Tunechi, the Boss
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And live from the vault, is Busta Bust
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[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yo
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Swag mania, pop that goes most
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Carry the most beautiful bitches
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With us, happily toast
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Keep the faculty close
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Gross want me, give them a dose
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Got them ODing, leaning in each coast
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Scenery froze, take notes, Rock Rolls
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Diamonds that fit in Chanel Minks in the winter
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Who fucking with us?
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We coming to give them the shivers, watery flows, spilling like rivers
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Flooding the street, hoping niggas' swimming is moving gorillas
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King Kongs, Godzillas when we roll up
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Seat filling niggas, get up when we show up
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[Verse 2: Q-Tip]
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Uh, Shit
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Please don't throw up
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Hold your liquor, grow up
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If you robbing niggas, we going to show you how to blow up
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Thank your lucky stars, it's the Rap Czar, tuck your shit in
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My niggas bite like Rin Tin Tin, my chagrin
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You never win, model thin, walking crack in your shin
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She gives in every time that I spin
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Square up, bow down to the kings of the hall
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We wade on, talk shit while we ball
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So what's cracking with yall?
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[Verse 3: Busta Rhymes]
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Made in New York, and the slick talking thieves of the order [?]
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Call the reporter, stepping like the British walkers
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Legendary swag flu and see the influence, see how we do it
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Get them into it steadily. God, I'm stupid, so undisputed
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Act fool, back tool, until they pop off
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Police crowd up the street, blocking them off, locking them off
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Got these niggas wilding while I signal my soldiers
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Posting it up, maintaining composure, staying on the sofa
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Thirty bottles, twenty waitresses, bring them over
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See how we light up shit, nigga, call the promoter
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And tell that nigga bring the bag, better hurry up with it
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And count the money up proper, cause you can get it
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[Kanye West]
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Yeah
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It feel good, don't it?
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It feel good, don't it?
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Hey, I want to let yall know
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Hey, hey
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I want to let yall know
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This Yeezy
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Are you listening to Q-Tip?
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[Verse 4: Q-Tip]
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Set them up, stiletto up, saddle up and let's go
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Good times, only difference, niggas making your dough
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Chatter is up, peep the way we batter it up
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On top of the mountain, folding the ladder up
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You dead and done rip up your paper, cause your status is none
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Transfixed on the strengths of the page, whether chopper or gauge [?]
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You're just a single, cause you wouldn't engage
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Turnt up with the script on the cup, you keep the goggles[?] with us
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[Verse 5: Busta Rhymes]
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See how we push sometimes man forget cuff, beat him the head
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Boop-be-de-de-boff, zippity-boof
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Beat him in the head again, "stop killing me, Wolf!"
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Whop!
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Beat a nigga till he drop, piggity-poof!
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Oxy in me pulse
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He don't want no problem with niggas
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Fuck it, let's get to drinking, poison our livers
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Dammit, we sinners when me and Abstract are together, see we deliver
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She got me touching it, fucking on all my fingers, dammit we winners
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Pillaging this rap shit, homie, they know
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Kill everything until it's time for me to go
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That's when I bomb it with a blow
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And then I black and get a little bit dummy
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The microphone is bleeding, you should take it from me!
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[Verse 6: Q-Tip]
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Incredibly we do it, and it resonates the music
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I tune it, YouTube it, it could never ever be refuted
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It's gnarly for niggas and naughty for ninas
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Bitches and ballerinas
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Ballers and in-betweeners
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Blatant non-believers and over-achievers
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Kicking it in paisley[?] Adidas
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Drink Aliz in liters
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All of you must reconcile a leader
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She's begging to eat us, and her man's attitude defeated
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But never a scandal, because me and Busta came to handle
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[Verse 7: Busta Rhymes]
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Not to mention, we're veterans
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Second, he need some medicine
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Before I black[?] as he get off my premises
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Better fly, you pelican. Idiot ass niggas
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But then again, you need a suit for your funeral measurements
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See me doing it effortless?
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It's never getting no better than this
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Giving your shit to convince a better prefer |