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You ain't strong enough nigga |
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You probably go against me and win |
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But you, you don't stand a chance nigga |
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I do more than talk that, I mother****in' walk that |
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Blue Yankee cap back, **** around get clapped at |
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I sleep with the stainless, I walk with the stainless |
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Man, everybody know about 50, I'm famous |
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New York, New York, I run New York |
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Ask Dread at the weed spot, I come through in the mean drop |
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In different boroughs I have different moments |
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On different days niggas know how I'm on it |
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I'm pretty like a Harlem nigga |
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I'm a shooter like a Brooklyn nigga |
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I'm a hustler don't get no bigger |
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Queens, South Side 'til they bury me |
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BX two tek's, flames out the nozzles |
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R1 one wheel, Christian Dior goggles |
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Spar with me start some shit send the shooters out |
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Come out the club we out front with the Rugers out |
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Nah, ain't no sense to talkin' peace my brother |
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That beef will probably send your monkey ass to see Allah |
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These niggas ain't strong enough, their money ain't long enough |
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When they bump heads with me they find out the guns do bust |
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We getting' paper in God we trust |
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These sucker ass niggas |
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These niggas ain't strong enough, their money ain't long enough |
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When they bump heads with me they find out the guns do bust |
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We getting' paper in God we trust |
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Suck on this nigga |
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When I said I'll kill ya, I'll kill ya |
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As a kid I wasn't kiddin' then |
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Special ed kid in the back on Ritalin |
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Crib all ****ed up, hooptie all ****ed up |
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Pockets all ****ed up, now nigga wassup? |
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I'm rich now, niggas know about my dividends |
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Look at the Raw Report, check out what I'm livin' in |
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**** a spot now, I'm 'bout to buy a yacht now |
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Crib the size of the New York City clock now |
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Okay, okay, try me and get shot down |
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I'm like a zebra, I got so many stripes |
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I'm the ****in' general, I run my clique right |
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It was five of us, all of us millionaires |
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Now one's a ****in' junkie and one's a ****in' queer |
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Now it's three of us, that's the way we started |
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They call me crazy, cold blooded and black hearted |
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I don't play no games, niggas beg for mercy |
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Then we T-O-S, put that ass to rest |
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These niggas ain't strong enough, their money ain't long enough |
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When they bump heads with me they find out the guns do bust |
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We gettin' paper in God we trust |
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These sucker ass niggas |
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These niggas ain't strong enough, their money ain't long enough |
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When they bump heads with me they find out the guns do bust |
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We gettin' paper in God we trust |
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Suck on this nigga |
