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(feat. Buddah Bless, Eyeslow, Ghostface Killah, Raekwon) |
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[Intro: sample (Ghostface Killah)] |
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"I'm two blind to -- see the light" |
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"A fool can't -- see the light" |
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(Yeah... uh-huh) |
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"A fool can't -- see the light" |
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(Yo.... yo....) |
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[Ghostface Killah] |
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Portable DATs, Sony headphones |
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El Dorado's, thousand dollar bottles, get blown |
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Dippin' at Willie's, Millie Jackson chicks |
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Dusted out Blondie, slide me, we wrote the bowl, we take the magnets |
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Man handling the mics, wool scarves, Evil Knievel bikes |
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I like eggs in my rice, circus money, read the Staten Island funnies |
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Eighty seven, Shallah rock, lotto's and the gumby |
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Tri-boro, fly negro, rap for Glaciers |
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Do it for cee-lo games, chasers |
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Battle for bitches, million dollar cribs |
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Grandfather gamble those wit ribs |
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Yes he did, life is wonderful, fly living rooms |
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Brass brooms, catch me in the city of wasps |
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Dusted out with Doc Doom, slide you in |
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Thirty six to the hip, you need Neo |
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Sock it to me G.O., the block we spot V.O |
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Live at the handball session, white Wimbledon's |
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Send them, my throat is the top session for men |
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Rap graduate, seen through the needles that was used by great |
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Fuck around and get rocked for three notes |
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And fuck your bitch ass alligators |
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When I see you on stage, throw out the gauge |
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My man's dough made it --- |
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[Chorus x2: Buddah Bless] |
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Real nillaz do real things |
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Gold me'dal with the real bling |
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Ghetto child with the real sling |
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Throw the blaow, with the real aim |
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Hold it down for your nillaz, keep it real man |
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Lean back one time as you feel the liquor |
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Light a match, one time, inhale the ciga' |
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Blow the mack one time, when you kill a nigga |
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Real always gonna recognize real, my nilla |
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[Eyeslow] |
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I hold it down with vets, make threats and take like chess |
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Blow cess to sets, break life sweats |
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Rep from the home of chrome, in eight flight steps |
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Town houses, white grams, brown ounces |
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After school drug deal courses, pound counslers |
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Round thousands, rubberband, black accountants |
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We them hood prowlers, live pushers |
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Try to hook the stripper, before they wipin' out they eye boogers |
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Stampede, nailed him, Sonny, Bronx Tale |
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Them locked the doors, he's home, now you can't leave |
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OD'ing in the Kennedy suite |
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Too hot to think, move for my enemy streets |
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I don't sleep cause the drama might catch you on the beauty nap |
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It's doobie rap, feds want you with a boobie trap |
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[Chorus] |
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[Interlude: sample] |
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"Ooh I'm too blind -- I see the light" |
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"A fool can't -- see the light" |
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"A fool can't -- see the light" |
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"But a fool -- a fool - can't see the light" |
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"Ooh I'm too blind -- I see the light" |
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"Ooh I'm too blind -- I see the light" |
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"But a fool -- a fool - can't see the light" |
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"A fool can't -- see the light" |
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[Raekwon] |
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Aiyo, elephant guns, mad ounces |
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Colorful whips, slapped up bouncers |
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Vouche, crawling like a unit |
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Fly fragrance, faceless, rarely out of spaceships |
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Many fakes got lynched, see all up on the graphic |
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Taylor made mortals, leanin' on suede walls, leather's on |
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Ballers, maybe Benz lensers, sprayin' out of sixes |
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Christmas money, vicious consolidated drama rip bitches |
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The rich version of back, side scraper paper |
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Wu belt makers, show & prove that all my shit match |
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Tri-colored diamond, foreign color five, all kinds of iron |
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Swiss cheese, yo, big boy, we giants |
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[Hook x2: Eyeslow] |
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Aiyo, my niggaz get dramatic |
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Pump shots, nine glocks, semi-automatic |
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Blat, take that, from this lyrical fanatic |
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We can go to war, or just peep the diplomatic |
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For paper, I'm an addict |
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[Chorus] |
