[Nas]
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A matter of fact I'm ready to spit it so whenever, yeah, yeah
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Gangsta, Cha Cha, Esco, the don, the Gucci princess, ya heard, what
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Y'all can bounce to this
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[Cha Cha]
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Cha Cha, I, I
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Imagine Tuskadero, a.k.a. as the wifee
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And I don't give a damn if these broads don't like me
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Cold as the freezer cause the baby stay iced
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Heard the neck broke, how these chickens wanna fight?
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Might be the reason they lost complete faith in your market department
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Scared to hear the release date
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Keep the beats laced, sell a mill in each state
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See the wife get the house and extra keys to the safe
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[Nas]
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You know this game that I'm in
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The pain that I'm in
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Esco, cars, jewelry
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Catz be out to kill me
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The last girl that I tried to make my wife
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Was kidnapped, the ransom was an outrageous price
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Still paid it, dangerous life
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Now I seek out a gangstress made for this life, for me to bang with
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I think you'll fit perfect
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You're young and you're pretty
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You're something that I can work with
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We'll be running the city, ya heard
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1 - [Cha Cha]
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You gotta have money if ya dealing with me
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[Nas]
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But ya gotta be a live one to get it from me
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[Cha Cha]
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You ain't never met a broad that's expensive as me
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[Nas]
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And you ain't never met a thug that can pimp it like me
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[Cha Cha]
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Yo, you gotta have money if ya dealing with me
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[Nas]
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But ya gotta be a live one to get it from me
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[Cha Cha]
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You ain't never met a broad that's expensive as me
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[Nas]
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And you ain't never met a thug that can pimp it like me, get it
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[Cha Cha]
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See mommy, and niggas pop me and replace me like copies
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Crying for weeks, thinking what he'd do with out me
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Your cake holder, flying all through the states for ya
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The one who gets you out of the jams with the fake lawyer
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Came along way from the pants-pocket inspector
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The young beeper check, collect call acceptor
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See I was with you, when you was a two figga nigga
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Way before they knew you was that Escobar nigga
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You best remember, who kept ya warm during the winter
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And kept the judges paid through the whole trial in September
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Cause if ya every try and flip on me
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Know everything's in my name that requires a key
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So you'll be home missing car notes before you walk over me
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Sorry to see, and sorry that you started with me
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Cause when you beefed, I kissed you on your bruised lips
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Put you in your blue chips and your new whips
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Now you don't wanna lose this
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Repeat 1
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[Nas]
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Who gave you bubble baths?
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Loving you, bundles of cash
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My tongue in you
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Hummers to crash, bought you another one, thugging you
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Chinchilla furs, Rolls Royce, silver spurs
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Who hit it till it hurts, put ya in fifty skirts?
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Before me you was getting jerked
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Transporting any nigga work, now your clothes matching fifty purse
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You was a thug mommy, wild in the club mommy
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But now I got to know you, it's nothing but love mommy
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I hold you down with the pump to the handgun
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Prince Handsome, Escobar, nobody compares
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In this cold world it's hard to find somebody who cares
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And you was there, when I though I was getting twenty-five years
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When them fake niggas left me, you stayed
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When them jakes tried to arrest me, I only got away cause you sprayed
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Top of the world, just us two, got you
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Nas and Cha Cha, amazing, worth respect, I trust you mama
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Repeat 1 (3x)
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M.O.M.M.Y.
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| Cha Cha |
