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(feat. Kool G. Rap, M.O.P.) [Intro: Raekwon] |
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When I write my lyrics, it's like, it's like |
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I want my shit to be phat, |
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I want people to be able to understand |
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Yo, Anybody can rhyme, youknowhatimsaying |
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But it's what you saying that makes a person know about you |
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Knowhatimsaying, you know the type of person you is |
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So it's like really, |
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I'm just more of just |
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Being a street narrator (aiyo, what up, famo?) [Raekwon] |
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Reefer lit, love hip hop, the gangstas got me like the broccoli |
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Brooklyn baby cooling at a swat meet |
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Real niggas wanna meet me, ladies wanna eat me |
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Money clean |
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Mercedes claim, baby, beat me |
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Love getting dressed up, sweats and techs |
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Ride around the hood, good, getting |
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Gotti respect |
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Hand is golden, an |
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OG rolling and holding, yo |
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Fresh kicks, soft leather, pockets is swollen |
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Let my jam hit your tape deck, it's straight up, and made up |
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For every real nigga with his gun on him, hate up |
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Flying through the city nights, new flights |
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Blue ice, hundred thousand in a |
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Nike bag, license |
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Drug shop, |
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I'm sorry, |
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Atari in the |
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Ferrari Next see the |
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Lex A Shallah, |
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La Tam'pa |
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Eating yo, all of us, scamma gangstas |
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You know we honor, tip the kangol, cooling in the brown vengos [kung fu sample] |
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I have never, giving up on a mission |
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That's against my honor [Lil' Fame] |
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Duke let me warn you, my niggas crip up |
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Them young boys'll run up on you, shoot your whip up |
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Brooklyn, nigga, beg for you life |
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And my Staten |
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Island homeys lay your ass down on |
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Glaciers of |
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Ice Sidewalk executives, live the street life consecutive |
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We built for this, go for your gun |
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My prospective is, another day in the life, of money and drugs |
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Big hammers and slugs, can get ugly as fuck [Billy Danze] |
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From the chest to your man |
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Danze, ey |
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Staten Island, said what up, yo, ey |
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The homey |
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ODB said what up, though, ey |
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We got the |
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Chef on deck as if you didn't know |
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It's sharp as fuck, |
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Wu, that's what up |
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Pack it up, wanna rap, wanna rock, what up? |
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Wanna pop, get up, fuck around and get your block hit up |
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Bring your team and we'll box 'em up |
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Think M.O. |
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P. is not what up [kung fu sample] |
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It seems I'm a bit late here |
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Don't worry, these men are all gonna die [Kool G. Rap] |
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See from the side where it slum at, dum at, rum at |
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Cognac, combat, contact, contrast |
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Crom's packing out like |
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Beyonce back |
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She bang out a song like the |
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Fonz back |
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Bigger things, bring the slangs, slicker than the sharpest pen |
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Nigga here, combat, sweet dick |
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Willie T, |
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Rudy Ray Moore game |
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Woodgrain all in the board reigns, before rain flooded |
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Like storm drains, boss man, bundling raw 'caine |
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Fours bang, neighborhood war games |
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Get your weight up, you looking anarexic |
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Posted on the block proper with the hammer vested |
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Bitch came with empty hands, that's the hand she left with |
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Thirsty ass with the water and it sounded desperate |
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Break a white an hour, based it forty grand invested |
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Live within the third rail, you know the man electric |
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Shit was like the third world, until |
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I handle metrics, that next shit |
