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(feat. Cappadonna, Ghostface, Killa Sin, Lord Tariq) |
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[Ghostface Killah] |
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God body represent this shit without a shotty |
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That's my word, youknowhatI'msayin |
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Verbal intercourse, youknowI'msayin |
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[Cappadonna] |
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[Chorus:] |
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Hot rock slang, reversable talk |
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Sound check, architect, mega talks yo |
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Alphabet kings politic quick |
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We on some real live thug shit |
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[Ghostface Killah] |
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Yo, yo, break down's the law, cats walk away holdin they jaws |
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Wishin they had drawers, tossed posters plus sneaky stores |
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Balls be gettin licked kid on whatever airline |
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Restroom style courtesy from stewardess, the bitch washed mine |
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Sell box nine never been popped, now his bill's shocked |
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It's real it be hittin me things def made the store hot |
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Jewels link, niggas beam, whole team labelled wally king |
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Goldie poured a beer, Johnny's man dot him with the green |
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World's greatest, Las Vegas played us, rap crusadest |
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Casino champs, Gods sport the latest |
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Today's math, fuck nuthin but ass, take Cristal baths |
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Go half on his robbery, you wind up on Johnny Cash |
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Kid's invicible, back to back screws, Wu's suspenseful |
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You get lynched, start to play it cool |
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Like a man, like a night out, whitey's callin me like a double date |
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Alkies get his shank so it's wine inside Hostess cakes |
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Yo my man, check the marble or get deaded |
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You bust a big shot and the big bullet was unleaded |
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Word up, yeah, bounty killer |
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[Lord Tariq] |
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Yo I'm elected by a landslide, well known, heaven sent element |
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That shit you talk's irrelevant, got power like the president |
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My dialogue's benevolent, no question I'm connected got a |
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Gift for stick-up and late night coke pick ups |
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Money talk gets my dick up, especially drug related |
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Money boss contemplated, Bronx blocks complicated |
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New York by us so don't try us |
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Mad corrupted minds for mad corrupted times |
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Thank God I had rhymes |
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I be the rapper who be hustlin the black entrepreneur |
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Openin doors for the poor though it's against the law |
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Livin the climate for a killin smack the law and fuck your order |
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Some others watch your daughters, it's a slaughter |
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In the world of scramblers and gamblers, dicks and dykes |
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Long cars and caviar, you know the project star |
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I give a penny for your thoughts, hey a nickle for touch |
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So stop beatin round the bush and give it to me |
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The way you look is goin through me |
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Sue me, takin everything I got and |
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Plottin animosity for my property |
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Got me and lock me away from the world |
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I'm wonderin who's puttin use to my money and my girl |
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[Cappadonna] |
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[Chorus x2] |
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[Killa Sin] |
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Check it, yo |
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Thoughts collaborate with gun talk, shatter weak force |
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My strategy's stalk for casualities walk |
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They tragically caught a cavity in they anatomy |
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Assault and battery for havin me |
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Believin that they bad, in actuality they cavalry's butter soft |
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Niggas runnin off with the gun and talk |
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Loose lips, slip the fucker two clips to shut him off (blaow) |
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So sweet dreams to your weak team, I heat fiend's ass to rest |
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See who pass the test and guns that blast the best |
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You never win against Killa Sin, you're similar to Gilligan |
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We're feelin his ass, not worth the mentionin |
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Like snatchin pocketbooks and claimin bodies that you didn't catch |
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Aimin empty glocks at niggas' necks without intent to wet |
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You just a wannabe, gonna be dead nigga |
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In front of me with no abundancy amongst your currency |
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Flat broke, sellin lady powder maybe even flour |
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Last thing I heard a fiend that flips over a baby shower |
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[Larry-O] |
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Yo I remember gettin ganked, staggerin on the plank |
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Dwellin on the edge, full fledged, grabbin for bank |
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Auto pounds touchin clowns, DT's clock rounds |
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For slick was in the SL, forty shells hit the ground |
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55 on the Belt, fifty grand in my belt |
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Then I swerve to New Jers, that's where Iceberg melt |
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It was a ruthless type of homicide, this is the drama side |
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Porcelin nine milli slugs tear up your insides |
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Venomous vocabulary, mad niggas heard it |
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Got annointed like the Juice, two minutes before the verdict |
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Who make a claim, who movin caine on trains |
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Slick lines is open, out of state kids give me the lane |
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Def flip the track, cut the rhyme like quanines |
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Stampin undertaker and the slums is mine nigga |
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[Cappadonna] |
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[Chorus x2] |
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[Larry-O] |
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Real Live up in this piece, the remix |
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Word up, Wu-Gambino representin |
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Tony Starks, yeah yeah |
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Cappadon doin his thing |
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Killa Sin, hit em, hit em kid |
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Yeah, Lord Tariq, get nice dude |
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Uh, K-Def, knowImean, keep questin em dunn |
