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[Intro: Raekwon (man)](Aiyo, Chef?) |
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What up, my nigga?(Yeah, man, I gotta give you the 411, shit is straight 911, word) |
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It's $2.50, nigga, back the **** up! |
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Talk to me...(Word, them blue ninjas is everywhereWord, watch ya back, Protect Ya Neck and all that shit, manThirty nine mother****ers already got scooped upIndicted, word, I'm bird eye viewing it right nowOut there out the mother****ing window) |
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You got the strong scoopers out there?(Word, five book store buses out frontAll them young boys are certified, they our rentals)[Chorus 2X: Suga Bang Bang] |
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For these mean streets from |
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Cali to New |
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YorkWho could ya trust? |
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Niggaz they do talk |
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Running from the feds and out of state troopers |
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Look up ahead, you know we got sharp shooters[Raekwon] |
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The blocks is molded, step up ya sword piece |
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Moving through them housing with more ki's |
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Rembrandts is fresh from |
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Scotland, crisp hats, |
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Cristal bottles |
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Niggaz want the problems, we back |
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It's time to take over the game, it's nothing |
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I live on the line, from corner to castles with pawns and capsules |
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Scramble and find, my money's up, |
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I'm praying for war |
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I do this all the time, all the time, all the time |
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Faces of Doom, sling in the lobby |
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Swinging cooked raw, if you played the field you was not leaving |
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Fast pace of a |
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CREAM chasing team |
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Trying to come through the hood and lie, get left for dead naked in |
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QueensLet them other niggaz wear that, we take the credit |
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While we was shopping for more |
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Nikes and off-whites |
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Heroin stirrers, the crib, cracked mirrors |
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Career thugs who serve only judges and jurors |
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Got to make my money this year, whether it's through rhyming or criming |
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I'll be on the line with my iron |
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Promised them llamas'll fly fast, quick at pirahnas |
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Trying to intervene, get caught dead, no head in pijamas |
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You live like a slouch from vouchers |
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Nobody mad, you was a fake, dead, die with no trousers |
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Cause you crossed the line like |
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Miller's Crossing |
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Off with ya dome, |
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I walked you through the woods, we both smoked a bone[Chorus 2X][Inspectah Deck] |
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Mean streets... |
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Just when |
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I thought |
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I was out, they pulled me back in |
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The streets stay flooded with crack rocks and |
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Mac shotsThe scenery's money, guerrillas in the back drop |
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The livest'll pop, the weakest get chopped where they stand |
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Singing the judge's name, dropped in the stand |
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Drug money kills, blood on my bills, mud on my |
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NikesOnly buying with the couple that |
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I trust with my life |
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Twenty four sev' ducking the feds, infrared wtih lead |
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Gamble with off track betting instead |
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In my hood anybody can get it, and everybody want it |
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Cutthroat executives, the corners, the office |
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And the thought is to be boss of all bosses |
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The cost is ya life, swimming with sharks and orcas |
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So keep ya guards up, or get scarred up |
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It's a Cold |
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World, I told you with |
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Allah Just' |
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The bigger the funds, the bigger the guns that's blazing |
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It's sick in the slums and niggaz are stunting for nathin'[Ghostface Killah] |
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Aiyo, my gun been in more niggaz mouths than a whore had dick |
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With creamy nuts on the side of her jaw |
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It's Rigatone, nigga, sliding through airports |
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Riding on niggaz like |
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MJ, same day |
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I rocked you, comprende? |
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Yeah, I'm kinda off cuz my guns was dirty |
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That last joint that hit you, kid, you made the top thirty |
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Early, walk with me and strap with a vengeance |
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More or less |
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Ghostface |
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Killah'll stretch you out like mad words in a sentence |
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Smell the gas burning (yeah) feel the fire (word) |
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Real talk, it's not that bullshit from |
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The WireIt's them disco kids that clap iron |
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Champion hoods, if ya coke don't freeze, my face is not worth frying |
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We crack eightballs with pool sticks |
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Bungee jump off a mountain of bricks |
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**** you up if you slinging those nicks |
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Toney Starks from the octagon, my ox is on |
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Snap Matt |
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Hughes' neck with my boxers on[Chorus 2X] |
