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[Intro:] Fire in your face |
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Time to take these streets again you heard |
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No more playing man, |
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I want it. (Chef) [Chorus:] |
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It was a Friday everybody was caken'n |
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And the house was shake'n and the beats was bang'n |
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And it won't be long that everybody know'n |
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That DJ brought the heat rocks |
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That DJ brought the heat rocks |
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That DJ brought the heat rooooocckks (Let's go) |
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Come, Get some, |
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You little bum |
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I bake the cake but you can't get a crumb |
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From, Get physical, |
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Lyrical, Spiritual |
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Ultimate, |
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And all that good shit |
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I love brag'n, |
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Gots to rag it, |
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Flash the dragon |
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Back in nine-five with the wagon |
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Create drama when |
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I hunt for cream |
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And I pack em in mean, |
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My sweet sixteen |
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Is fly, My vibe is live, |
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I gots to ride |
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A smoke a bone you know it when |
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Cochise died |
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Hell up in |
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Harlem, Note to |
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Staten When niggas do hits rock sixes black man |
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The black brand, |
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Wu-Tang Clan, |
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I smack hands |
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Then drive through the |
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Hammerstein, |
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Fronts and black bands |
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Cool'n, School'n, |
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Everything around me |
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Might fire one off in clique's around me |
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I won't stand it, |
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Dammit, Murder the planet |
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I more like a sign man, |
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My coke just landed |
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You know, |
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Get money nigga, |
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The fly poet |
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Who only write rhymes and the track exploded [Interlude:] |
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Ayo, Come see me man, |
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Come see me |
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I'm back up baby |
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Whatever you need, |
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Come on man, |
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Word up Don't bring no people |
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I don't know man [Chorus] |
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Back again, |
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Son put the fronts back in |
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Fresh like a new wash or glass of gin |
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I got many kins ready to hit niggas |
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Plenty men, |
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Blend with a new spaceship, |
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That's what's in |
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Caught a whirl when |
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Shallah shit drop |
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Crys pop, |
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Got Barrack with me, |
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Come get me, |
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Ashy glock |
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You know it's cool even if |
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I flop Ain't no more real niggas left |
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I just sit in the box |
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With all the fliest, |
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Livest, Multi-buyers |
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Niggas eat money up, |
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Most yall liars |
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Catch the kid in |
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Hawaii tired |
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New-New Roll, |
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You talking to my hoe you fired |
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Superstar |
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Keyon quite |
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When I talk got every burroughs in a smash cause |
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I am The greatest, |
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Pay this, |
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Latest, Famous painters say this |
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Two more strong for your play list |
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New Yorker, |
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Hulker, Call me |
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Orca Army jacket down to the floor |
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I soak you up |
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This is a master classic rap shit |
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Play at five in the morning, |
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Get the gun and mask kit |
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Smoke like an |
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Indian, Pass it |
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And I'm not stopping no more, |
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That's it your ass is lit [Chorus] [Outro:] |
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Yeah, Uhh huh, |
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Yeah, You know it ain't over nigga |
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It's going down again baby, |
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For real, |
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For Real I'mma come see you soon alright, |
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Word up Yall know who you are, |
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Word up, I want it |
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For real, |
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Chef, Yeah, |
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The builder burgers nigga |
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We want in |
