Yeah, now take it out,
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I care your baby and your baby careless
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'and that's a perfect marriage.
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Pray to God a nigga catch, still G in his ride
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And I'm with that, crackers ' in your crime!
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This is that cocaine rap, blood on the dope
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I see zombies in the trap, next to Phantoms and a Ghost
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Pussy on a pole, ' is an option
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When you grow up on the stove and your' is never home, uh
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We missed the heroin with the tranquilizer, nigga
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All is missing is the dealers emphazing, nigga!
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Junkies hobbling back like a class, yeah
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Throwing niggas off the boat like clients fell
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I'm on the top dead, go for ' across the trapez
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Spend the coin, chasing tails just to drop heads
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Hot tubs pulling back, fully know the chrome
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Rolling stones on the cover of the Rolling Stone
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Ha, ha, ha, hey you did that shit on'
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Young niggas Shades!
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Yeah, yeah, hit them niggas with that shit, man!
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Hey, hey, time to be on the track!
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Hey, hey!
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First of all I wanna thank my connector
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Putting me on game and always be on deck
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Young Cuban, so I had to get the link upon my neck
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That I leave no homie crack and make this money manifest
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I can ' with the intend to '
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To come direct to my directions, hyper-shit when shit commit.
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My formulae is immaculate, net worth the sense
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Laying shit the'we're getting lifted by the'
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My niggas always packing pistols
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Wanted treat to be my guest
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Blow, and then we disappear with pure finesse.
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And bitches like Montana, trying to end up more like Sosa
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So I'm gambling with the coca till my cash will run it over
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Got so many stash cosmogy, more than a'
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The cliché to save, I only fuck how you feel
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And I'mma keep stacking the stacking, you made this paper for real
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'. And try to come up for real.
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Chill, chill, chill nigga!
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Man, they go forever, bro!
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Hey!
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The Cypher
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| Fat Joe |
