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zuò qǔ : Hayes, Neal |
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Flashy See |
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I' m a muthafuckin gangsta |
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A hundred bars of crack nigga |
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Yeah, Flashy, yeah, yeah |
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See I' m a muthafuckin gangsta |
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A hundred bars of crack nigga Flashy |
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Yeah, yeah |
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Now when it comes to the flow |
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I' m the best in the nation |
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For years now |
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I sat back stressed and impatient |
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See I' m the real thing and ya' ll just imitations |
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Flashy Ruff |
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Ryders next generation |
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I brody blocks and hustle the worst corners |
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I' m the reason feds place city limits and search boarders |
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I' m the reason fiends smoke and dust heads thirst water and why most of these artists got dropped first quarter wooh! |
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And yeah I stay on the strip and no |
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I ain' t got a minute |
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I' m in a rush |
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I' m on my way to be rich |
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And I' m coming to the table with hits |
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Of course |
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I' m on my job dogs |
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I' m on the same label as |
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Kiss I told niggaz that |
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I' m focused kid |
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And I let the sig soak your wig or let the knife go and poke your ribs |
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I' m what a soldier is |
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I cops heavy then |
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I' m getting rid of the weight like |
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Oprah did |
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Niggaz hate it when |
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I drop the price |
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And fuck payperview |
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I' m out in |
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Vegas when |
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I watch the fight |
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And my culture is the |
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Hip Hop for life |
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And I don' t catch writers block |
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I goes to the block to write |
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Top of the charts |
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I' m comin' to see ya ' cause |
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I' m lyrically sick and yeah the word play' s runnin a fever |
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And my team stay dumping them heaters they' ll leave a shell in your top |
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And I ain' t talking bout the front of addidas |
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I' m talking hollows baby we fast to dump moxberg in ya mouth like a asthma pump wooh! |
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I' m goin' hard for this cash |
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I want that' s why |
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I' m bout to finish up like half my album in half a month same time still supplying the kane |
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I treat the booth like |
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I' m at the the firing range bullseye the side of your brain |
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And yea they might as well name me the |
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Hank Gathers of rap ' cause |
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I' ma ball till |
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I die in the game these rap cats |
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I' ll leave ' em all disgraced |
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I' ll have them all replaced and yeah |
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I expect them all to hate and by the way |
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I' m from the garden state the same place we blow trees and rock tees with |
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Bob Marley' s face and we don' t watch |
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ABC or NBC |
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We strictly |
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BET and smack |
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DVD' s and all we do is hustle hard so we can spend these |
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G' s and stretch coke like a sample on a |
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MPC I got a whole lot to prove right now |
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Even though there' s already a whole bunch of ya' ll that tried to use my style what? |
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When it comes to using the tool |
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I' m foul I named my hammer |
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Rakim it ain' t no joke and it moves the crowd |
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And never mind how |
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I make my wages |
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As long as |
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God forgives |
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I ain' t gotta be a reverend like |
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Mase is I' m steady tryin face my cases |
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And keep Fifth focused in |
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Camden where the murder rates outrages ' cause he that next nigga after me |
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And he' ll punch you in the face right after me |
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See I can get a nigga clapped for free |
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And make it drug related sprinkle around like half a key |
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Don' t pay attention what these gays may say |
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The games |
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Double R' s now it' s no longer getting played they way Ruff Ryders ' cause they don' t wanna see these |
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AK' s spray |
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And medics pullin them sheets over they head like the |
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KKK If we don' t spray we givin cats buck fifty' s |
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And I don' t turn my back on my homies especially those who came up with me |
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I' m still the same flashy artist rap thing don' t switch me |
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I' m still drinking the same yak blowin that same old sticky |
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And yeah I' m still runnin these streets on my same old grizzly |
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And even though he' s dead and gone |
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I still bang my |
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Biggie And even if |
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I couldn' t dress |
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I ain' t stay all jiggy |
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I' m still a flashy muthafucka in a plane old dickie |
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Damn right |
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I' m getting cocky now |
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It' s just so many rap niggaz runnin around with a copied style |
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And thats the reason why your stock goes down |
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And you gonna wind up having to live off your bitch like |
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Bobby Brown |
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You see this |
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Jersey villan will hurt your feelings with the flow and the words he spilllin that' s worth some millions the word play is perfect serving its purpose |
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I guarantee when |
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I finally surface |
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I' ll birth some children |
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Yeah niggaz gonna be mc' in like |
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Flashy but |
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I' ll understand |
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Every son wants to be like his daddy |
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They see the way |
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I breeze in the caddy my swagger lets you see that |
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I' m savy I' m dressed to impress |
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Evisu' s baggy as far as labels go at least two had me |
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Before Ruff |
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Ryders said he' s too nasty |
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And they some gangsta niggaz with genuine love they signed me and my advance was a burner and gloves |
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I' m on another level used to be a troubled felon mommy moved me to the ' burbs but |
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I was to damn fuckin ghetto |
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And I was always stealing something from them fucking devils ' cause pops always used to tell me never trust them devils |
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And all my niggaz got fight game and they don' t have feelings mufucka you' ll be thinkin they like pain we living too fast for the right lane |
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And we don' t need a beam or a scope for us to shoot with a nice aim nigga |
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We them supertroopers quick to put them rugers to you and we gettin paper you could tell by how the crew maneuver |
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Dee saw the vision for me like he knew the future |
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Guaranteed me |
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I' ma be a couple million unit mover |
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Niggaz know the reputation my camp holds |
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A hundred deep at the shows you how the camp roll |
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Worldwide respected all over the damn globe |
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Ruff Ryders we all in these streets like man holes nigga |
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And for those who think it' s all a act |
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I' m goin hard till this cash stack is as tall as |
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Shaq See I' m the reason why these other rappers fallin' back |
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Flashy nigga this track' s a wrap |
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A hundred bars of crack nigga |
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See I' m a muthafuckin gangsta |
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A hundred bars of crack nigga |