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Aiyo, ya'll ready right? (professionals) |
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AightNone of that fronting shit, neithers, nigga, it's broad day (immediatly, nigga)(What the **** nigga talking bout?) |
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Word up, the store is over there, |
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Nigga, let's go(Have I ever fronted on you nigga? Yo, you grab the three from him,You grab the heatholders) |
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Yeah, we got the big jewelry in the window (you grab the watches, nigga) |
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You seen that shit? |
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You seen that other shit? (You better come out andDo something, nigga) |
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Right, good good, that's me right there, aiyo you, everybody come out |
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All you gotta do is just come with the bricks, son |
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I got a big brick in the mutha****ing little bag, nigga |
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Take that, just smash the shit out |
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Bout four-five niggas gon' spit it - [gunshots] |
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Move! Let's go. police, come on son! |
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They right down the block, nigga |
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Ya'll got that? |
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You check the train station, one son (Good!)[Raekwon:] |
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All of our fathers is bank robbers, holding techs |
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Eighths of heroin, shooting in the steps |
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In the 60's, niggas was poor, check the revelation |
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Now we rock six fifties in the snow |
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AK's, AR's, wire jaws, say ours |
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Wirecell frames in the rain, |
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Marvin Gaye on |
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Goose bubbles on, stuck in the huddle, trynna transform |
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Every gram action to a sandstorm |
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Fly through my block you live, make a bitch stop |
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Have your shit cocked, yo, niggas might dive on you |
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All we wear is |
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Filas, Guess, suede fronts, beehives |
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Bally sneakers, big jewels, |
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Levi's[Chorus: Raekwon] |
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Back to slinging every 45 minutes |
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G's fleeing, fiends is in the building |
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OD'ingThe drugs is in the ground, burners on the side of our legs |
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It's gonna happen so you know we low keying |
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Yeah, can't sell in here, yup, |
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I said itYeah, can't tell in here, they won't credit niggas |
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Just a lifestyle, the holders with the drugs is dreaded |
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Just a typical day to get wiped out[Raekwon:] |
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Broad day jungle, living with the rodents |
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The goons'll run through, blow a bag and hunt you |
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Always flaky, calluses hands my mans |
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Come through the avenue, |
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Swiss cheese patrants |
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Blood that flood the hall, every head'll drop |
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Jump in the |
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Maybach, switch the station |
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These rap niggas is wash, hang 'em on the pole, no head |
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Pajama top, handcuff with a gosha |
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We realer than the |
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Spanglers |
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Rep Posse squad that's dangerous |
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Take it back to the |
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Lee's and |
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WranglersTake what we want, explain this |
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Famous for my kitchen knives, reigns and the fifths are stainless |
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Gun down your trooper, grenade your coupe up |
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Plain and simple niggas is poo-putt |
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**** with my crew, what? |
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Either you shot or you cut |
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Real nigga to real nigga, man, you know how we get down, man[Chorus] |
