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Chorus: On the real, all you crab niggas know the deal |
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Exclusive, |
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Queensbridge coming with that new shit |
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On the real, all you crab niggas know the deal |
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Exclusive, |
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Queensbridge coming with that new shit |
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On the real, all you crab niggas know the deal |
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Exclusive, |
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Queensbridge coming with that new shit [Havoc] |
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Yo, Infamous |
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Mobb on they job, 41st side originators |
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Smackin fake players, strugglin to cop gators |
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Frontin with, ice grill metal down off the impost |
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You know the deal, |
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NYC official battlefield ??? up on death, can't hear your squad is affused to heal |
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Permantly scarred, niggas from here to hill |
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Non-religous, who with the gods, yes you know |
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I bill you |
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Their standpoint, keep an open mind, like a dime shorty |
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My rhymes is two to five, the route to mine, tanted aspects |
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Yell timber, you gettin chopped by my gortex |
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Disect, tap ya ?jap? plus your chicken, we rippin |
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Ship from |
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NY to North |
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Click, lotto pick |
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Budweiser, make you piss, scared to death |
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On your own self, the |
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Infamous Chorus [KL] |
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Now its verbal abuse 'cuz the mic's in use |
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To y'all sorry excuse, get'cha neck put in a nuese |
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KL's quick to let loose to make your blood count reduce |
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Over the snare drum, we reproduce like cum |
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Impragnatin' the track to make it fatter than it was |
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Givin life to ideas, through the verse is what it does [Poet] |
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We see a close call, about two clicks from my fortress |
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We roll a squad deep on the |
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Kawasaki horses |
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Queensbridge's got the drop on y'all niggas tryin to toss us |
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We metal down time to show these clowns who the boss is [Kamikaze] |
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We live for this shit, ain't tryin to take no loses |
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Accumulatin too much cream for you to touch |
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Fuckin welcome to my clutches |
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Wipe the blood up off my chucka's |
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From the ruckus, you gone, and your crew still love us |
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Can't call it, |
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I'm in love with this good life shit |
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I'm workin with jewels, cars, chicken clits, payin rent |
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Morg presidents, runnin wild, stackin in piles |
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Onyx pendants and ruby down shit from the nile |
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Kamikaze style, tote the antique three pound |
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Yo 'Mega, lets cop this brick and let the |
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Mobb supply the town |
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Chorus [Cormega] |
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Begotti rims on a |
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Yukon Denali, jewels on my body |
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The type that make the trife'est niggas move on somebody |
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Where my ice is glitter my nine'll fuckin terminate you ghetto license nigga |
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I know you heard about my gold chain chokin me |
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Cocaine provokin me, boo from |
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Peru with my llelo in her ovary |
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Y'all niggas front, |
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I rule in the hood |
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My sons in the hood, |
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I rock my jewels in the hood |
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Got guns in the hood for makin moves in the hood |
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Hit is on, theres anotha funeral in the hood |
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You know the deal, test me, get hit directly |
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This little nigga pack big |
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Heat, like |
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Joe Peschi |
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Flow deadly, y'all niggas don't impress me |
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My four-four's above the law, police won't arrest me |
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My niggas at the corna stores, hustlin, go for yours |
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Lifes a bitch, and |
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I'm gonna run up in it raw nigga |
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Chorus |