Feat. Maino, Troy Ave, Raekwon & Tank
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You say dools is getting fat
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While real niggas starve
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It's like that money got
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The softest niggas acting hard
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They wanna be me
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They wanna be meat
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But they more like Urkel,
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More like Screech
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Golf cart and fresh prints
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They are not street
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When them niggas try to say
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What's up to me I don't speak
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You lame and you got
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Lame niggas that run with you
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I'm here to make y'all weirdoes uncomfortable
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If you're not tough
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Don't act tough in your songs
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Lie in the rapps like (???)
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Put a (???) bag on!
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Or do it like (???) or Moeller
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Except like Jerome, make a song called
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Hot silver
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The game ain't the same
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Russle Simons say I'm so necessary, man
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What we used to say when we pull
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These nigga's skirts up
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Now let the real nigga bullies
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Lift the skirts up
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[Hook]
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New York, New York
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New York City
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New York, New York
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New York City
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The thugs like me,
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The hoes want me
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The lames hate me
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The streets need me
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But do you see me?
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The law save me
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My real story is hood glory
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And crack any of you
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They can't touch me
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They can't lock me
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They can't break me!
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The king really's
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At King's county
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So come crown me!
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I fuck jail
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And skip bail in Dutch County
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Jewels throwing, my text showin'
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My finger (???)
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Me and Murda alike, we don't give a fuck!
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No friends,
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I bond better with criminals
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Young daemon, my bitch swallow
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A river, yo!
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My city is my city is my city!
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Run up on me,
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For my Rollie, gon'die quickly
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In my movie, the drug dealers and
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Shooters win
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Niggers fill me the same pen
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As Scooter Inn
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Seat planted, I promised to hold
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The city down
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Hot 95, New York city down
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[Hook]
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This ain't what they wa'
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Come on come on
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Glass of Burbon, neat
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Known to be swerving, yo!
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Cautious on the shirts
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40 below is the terminal
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Trunk full of snow white,
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Destined to blow the Porsche
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Bone white, me and my holme,
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On a storm height
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Coconut dutches, Denver weed
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Known for the hustling
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Brother status, don't ever
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Trust it, yo!
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All these stars make me go savage
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Other than that, average
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Violate me, blast, switch to cabbie
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Peace pipe in, thinkin' bout cashing in
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Bitch's act's fun, holding conventions
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And the (???) is winning
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If I remember, in the 90'
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It was Eminem
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Since soul to souls, nigga swing M&M's
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[Hook]
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It's Trow Ave on the beat
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Make the cipher complete
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Triple beam team, can't nobody compete
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Competition is missing
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I'm finding Murda is missing
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I'm the only mah'fucker keeping up with tradition
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Stay in your lane, my reserve to run this city
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You low niggas don't cut it, take a buck fifty
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Grandmos, the black Rambo, big gun and body Benz
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By the violin bow.
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Believe me, I'm so willing, and dope dealin'
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Countin' paper, fuck how you feel
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(???) I am major!
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Legal my own, seekin' my throne
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All these other niggas chump
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Try to beat at your dome
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Mollie ain't dressed well
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Rappers ain't right
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Cause they don't understand
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And I don't mean that they might
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I ain't polite, I'm precise
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I play dice with my life
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A moment trip head
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Mah'fucker, that's life!
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[Hook]
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What They Want
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Uncle Murda |