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(feat. Ghostface Killah) [Intro: Raekwon] |
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One-two (you got that?) |
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Yeah, yeah (official) |
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Let's go, silent king, (oh shit) the big park shit |
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You know how it go, in them alleys (I'm a holla at you though) aiyo [Raekwon:] |
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Since rap got locked right before we visit the '90's |
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Chef in the kitchen, cooking up with the crimey's |
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It's late for a dime season, we bought the crib |
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Next to Bill |
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Clinton mother, cause she fuck with the |
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Chinese They hitting niggas with heroin, it's fourteen of us with beemers |
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We won't stop pitching the |
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Chevron It's packed, kid, black kid, don't know how to act |
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They flashing macks, |
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Gillette's, a couple of stacks, yo |
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The systems is 'oopid', yup, shorty with the pumps on |
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And dunks get provided and scooped, kid |
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And bloodhounds is hating, they knowing how the kid get down |
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Silent shotties with grenades, |
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I'm waiting |
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And everybody love vintage, you see like 4, 5 niggas |
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With half moons and wave intentions (ooooh) |
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What's really good? |
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The 'dro hit 'em, killed 'em in the hotel |
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Heard he had some old chick with him [Chorus: Raekwon] |
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That's how we make it happen, that's how we break it down |
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Hood all day, nigga, watch how we take the town |
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That's why we do the do, just know who is who |
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Acknowledge me all day, and understand |
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Wu is Wu [Ghostface Killah:] |
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Yo, but on the other side of town it's |
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Toney, laid up |
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This white chick wanna gargle my nuts |
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I put the |
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Bailey's down, tap the blunt out, grabbed her by her hair |
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Watch blondie love whip my dick out |
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Spit dripping down my balls, she slobbing me |
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That's right, suck that dick, get it hard for me |
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Pyrex in one hand, large amount of grams and it rocked up |
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And she pregnant, my little man got her knocked up |
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He popped up (oh shit), |
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I'm like a crooked cop |
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Richard Gere, big smirk on, getting my cock sucked |
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He pulled the joint out, a bullet spun out, but it was too late |
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Already nutted on the side of her mouth |
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Side of her face, and hair like |
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Something |
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About Mary |
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I can't front, my son gun look scary, chill |
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She's a whore, you knew it from the time we ran trains on her |
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And you still went and fucked her raw |
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Come on, son, give me the gun, you gon' kill me over this |
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Bum ass bitch, you can't resist |
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Remember Vel had her in the telly, taking the fist |
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Watch how you aiming that shit, you should be aiming at |
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Trish She take a bone like a rib-eye steak, your loose |
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Christ' Yo, be easy on the trigger, son, you squeezing the fifth |
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I only did it just to show you, she's the easiest bitch |
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He came close, had to duff him, nigga, give me that shit [Chorus] [Outro: Ghostface Killah] |
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Fuck a gun, muthafucka, |
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I dare Pull a fucking gun on me again, nigga |
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I blow your little balls off |
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Go to store and get me a fucking forty |
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Before I smack the shit out you, man |
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Word up, while you at it, yo |
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Go in the freezer, get a steak, man |
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For your eye, nigga, word up |
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Put some bologna on your face or something, nigga |
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Make sure my forty cold too, when you bring it back |
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When you get back, bag the shit up, nigga |
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Word up, I don't give a fuck if you 25, nigga |
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You my son, nigga, word up, that's why |
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I let you slide, nigga |
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Word, get you a forty too, and a pacifier, nigga |
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And a bib and a diaper... |
