Feat. Snyp Life & Sheek Louch
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(Verse)
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First I brought the bricks in
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Then I brought the pounds out
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You niggas are still mad
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Cause I tore the town up
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In with the 3-5-7's
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And the four pounders
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And it's sad, cause
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They just wanna be around us
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Yeah, cause they respect the brother
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I'm in a new aerie(?), r.e. reflect the color
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Grey with metallic
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Kush with the haze, make a salad
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Put it in a dutch or a chalice
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My team is the foulest
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Lay you on the floor like a palette
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And crush your skull with a mallet
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Never do a slut,
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I spend everything with popular
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I ride for my niggas,
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Cause in the end I know they got me
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(Verse)
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First, I hit it with a needle
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Then I cut the dope into bundles
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Like the dust that I stashed in the freezer
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Broke niggas move that shit cheaper,
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Cause it's weaker, the snipe shit raw
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Like you spit it to a feature
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Shit get deeper, like ring it with a visa
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Fresh new heater in the Lex two seater, huh
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Life's a bitch, so is death, when you meet her
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I leave 'em stretched out from the balls to the speakers
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Poke your chest out cause it's hard when you meet us
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It's D block, treat us like the mob when you greet us
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Old school, like (?)
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The shell top split through
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Niggas know the model
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Four ickes and a pistol
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(Verse)
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Ivan Gravel, meaning off the mercy of Lago
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Police looking like the God is Pablo
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Diamonds on my wrist, Heym(?) on the fifth
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I'm old school, nigga, like the pick with the fist
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I'm so cold, it's hot, the curse and the gift
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Louie Duffle, flying out the jail, that's me
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(Verse)
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I feel like pushing T happy(?) with the yay
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Me and dolla brain, million dolla rain
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I'll buy another house before million dollar chain
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I save cash money like I'm tryna beat Wayne
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Done, dah, pain killers and the dutch
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Yacking, a bitch nigga don't want much
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Closed Casket
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| Jadakiss |
