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Its time to make power moves and get the chedda. |
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And buy the real nice things that makes life betta. |
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No foolish acts, moves must be clever. |
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Im down for whatever, I gotta blow son, is now or never. |
| [00:21.78][Verse 1:] |
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I walk through the ruggedest blocks with jewels flooded wit rocks. |
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Hustlin on hot corners that be smuggled wit cops. |
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I was sworn for harlem, true roach don. |
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Word bond, we leave mics torn. |
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Yall brothers slept too long, now its on. |
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L Corleone will neva fly. |
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Records are forever hot. |
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Front on me you better not. |
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I keep the barreta cocked. |
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This goes out to my people's up town. |
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Downtown, mid town, across town, and outta town. |
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You see me flossin often, at all the club sites. |
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At the bars buyin crystalls like they bud lights. |
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My style is hard like strong lumber. |
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Dime pieces get the digits chicken heads get the wrong number. |
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| [01:02.67][Verse 2:] |
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Yo I announce spacks. |
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When I get busy over bounce tracks. |
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Droppin lethal raps so wack so I can count stacks. |
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I keep a heavy knot, got a spot on every block. |
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Hunnies thats very hot. |
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And sent to the mary yacht. |
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95 was a beautiful year for L. |
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Now I'm back and all the ladies still cheer for L. |
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Whatever I write is gonna be tight. |
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Cuz if makin hits is wrong I dont wanna be right. |
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Never the less, the east is were my crew rest. |
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We bust caps that go through vests. |
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We only do what we do best. |
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And thats triple than you riddle men. |
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Since you wanna play rough, then say hello to my little friend. |
| [01:52.44][Chorus x2] |
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| [01:59.22][Verse 3:] |
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I like drop tops when its hot. |
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I like lambs when its snowy. |
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Bank account is fat like Joey. |
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Im not very religious you wouldn't call me holy. |
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Sometimes my hairs grow long, sometimes its froly. |
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Spark up the you know what. |
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Pop the moey. |
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L stay flossin, presidential doughly. |
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Yall brothers know me, I step in parties with mints and fly links. |
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Shorties hittin me with eyewinks as I buy drinks. |
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And every girl I got looks like a model. |
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If you ever see me with a chicken then she must of a hit the lotto. |
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Uptown is my home, and where I roam. |
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I stand alone, Big L Cornleone got a song. |
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Sellin weight in and outta state to generate cake. |
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The one jakes hate. |
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Got homicide runnin out of yellow tape. |
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I pack toast with infra red scopes, I turn crews to dead folks. |
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If yall fellas is playas, Im the head coach. |
| [03:12.00][Chorus x2] |
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