[Ghostface Killah]
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Yo, straight out the ghetto, I'm damn hood
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I Stack-A-Dollar like a whole rack of canned goods
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Baggy jeans, no Timbs, A.C.G. boots
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Living in the Crack Spot, banging at Sheek Louch
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The narcotics is far from garbage
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Whether it's cold or it's late August
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My shit is fresh cuz I catch the harvest
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My little cousin bubble Swatches and carry a couple oxes
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Keep a duece-deuce by his ankle and get it popping
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You know, we be the boys clocking the graveyard shift
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Big bundles, counting our CREAM, burning the lazer spliff
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My man, jumps out the whip with the A.R. fifth
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And we barred from plenty of parties cuz we start shit
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Parole hoes, six months in the box
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My little sister got her head shaved off
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She made it home from shop
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We selling cartons, Pampers, Similac formula
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Anything it take because the paper keep calling ya
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Gangstas keep balling for sure, we want more
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We make it rain from the tech and wop
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The Lex pouring and the precincts don't have enough cups for us
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To slow us up, they hit us with dust
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Then they rush, bust, my big man Ron'll break the cuffs
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Three-hundred pound nigga, po-po has to fuck him up
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They say that my projects shall undergo therapy
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We never voted, we voting for Oprah, Obama, and Eric B.
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[Styles P]
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The ill rap niggaz that kill
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Destroy shit but they able to build
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Come fuck with the real
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Coward, better play your part
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This shit'll lace yo' heart
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Get hit with a Ghostface dart
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And you better live this shit to fullest
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Or be ready to pull it
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Or be hit with a B. Sig' bullet
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The ill rap niggaz that kill
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Destroy shit but they able to build
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Come fuck with the real
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[Beanie Sigel]
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It's the Broad Street Bully and the Killah with no face
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My mack bullets burn like tequila with no chase
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My knifework like a guillotine sword cutting
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Niggaz stop fronting for my Killa Beez swarm something
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Bzzz, empty out the whole clip then reload
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Shotgun barrel leave it smoking like a broke stove
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Yeah, and I'm all about that bullshit
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The casket, the hearse and the pastor in the pulpit
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I kill a nigga at the drop of a dime
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Just imagine what I do for a quarter
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Ain't no telling what I do for a dollar
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Pop a nigga right in front of his mama
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Son a nigga right in front of his daughter
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And I'm nothing like the father
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He couldn't come from these nuts I got
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Or see Baltimore suck this cock
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I know most of y'all wouldn't understand
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Get it... get it... understand
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Yeah, some niggaz will, and some niggaz won't
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Like some niggaz kill, and some niggaz don't
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You'se a fake until you make it type of nigga
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I'm a straight up take it type of nigga
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Pistol whip a nigga 'til I break it type of nigga
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I'm hard on chumps, most these dudes is fags
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Put the guard on punks, push the broom up they ass
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Or the knife like American meat
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American Sig', it's Muslim, so I ain't feeling Bush overseas
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I think with the wisdom of Malcolm, got the soul of a panther
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So "By Any Means" is the anthem, you gon' have to cut me out the track
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like cancer
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I can't stop, won't stop, this how we do it from Philly to Shaolin
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All my niggaz swap in (Yeah nigga)
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[Solomon Childs]
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Guns imported from Dubai, wheelchairs and shitbags
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Peach Snapples and pretty scapals
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Renaissance, I'll stick a pick in ya gut at the chapel
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Or blow a nigga for a box of Huggies
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Cop killas with a box of dummies
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Gummies, stuck to the project floors
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Niggaz is suited up and we ready for war
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Tony Sigel (A.K.A. Barrel Bros.)
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| Ghostface Killah |
