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Di-Di-Di-Di- |
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Di-Digital |
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Yo, I beat the case, now |
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I face the acquittal |
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You nizzles try to belittle, but ya'll less than spittle |
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From a baby's lip, the digi made me flip |
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Plus they paid me chips, just to spray the clip |
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And empty out on you, in sync like the |
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SMPTE output on the |
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MPC 2002We be housin' crews, plus we housin' fools |
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In abandoned apartments with a thousand tools |
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Crazy shootin' dudes buck off the beat |
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Brainless boutless fools who be stuck off the leaf |
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Two guns in their hands yellin' "Fuck the police!" |
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On the weekend get drunk and they fuck with the niece |
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Of the precint chief, she got the tattoo |
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On her breast that's shaped like |
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The WGo 'head snatch the guns, son, |
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I'll cover you |
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And if they get past me we got another two, yeah |
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We smoke those blunts the size of bats |
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We got those gats as long as axe |
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We snatch that cheese right off the trap |
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We put those |
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Beez all on your map |
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I shoot the fair one, |
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I dare ya'll run through |
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New York City |
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Or any city or place, my face, royal taste, pace myself |
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Ace my health, great with wealth |
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Undetected like the wings of a |
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Stealth, I move for self |
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Or any man, woman or child that |
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I call fam |
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That's the way |
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I am, word to |
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Glock, my sister |
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PamSon, lived through the terror of the |
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World Trade blues |
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Nine o'clock news, abused the mind of many fools |
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Braves and jewels, made my moves, paid my dues |
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From the School of |
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Intelligence, |
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I stayed benevolent |
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Most high, magnify, multiply, as |
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I add to the |
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Kings of Kings |
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We never die, built my name, sustained like blood |
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Flow through the veins divine sign |
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Dine with wine forever sunshine |
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We smoke those blunts the size of bats |
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We got those gats as long as axe |
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We snatch that cheese right off the trap |
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We put those |
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Beez all on your map |
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From the Vil to |
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Brazil, live on your |
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C-SPAN radio band |
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Explicit, dice kiss it, pour a little liquor |
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Golden imported from |
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Cuba, Miss |
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ArubaSexy as |
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Asia, met her up in |
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MeccaGetting up in |
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Just Cipher, hit it on the first date |
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Plotted my escape, twelve hours shift at the gate |
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How can you beat a |
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G a week in '88? |
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Trips to the |
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Pocono Lodge, the fresh |
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IzodMama shouldn't work so hard to pay the landlord |
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A grand in your birthday card, times is hard |
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The gun hammer click, when the pigs blitz |
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We scramble like |
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Vick, automatic six plus one to the head |
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Yo, the east so hot, it's red, but that's home |
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And my Glock still burn your skin to the bone |
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Sonny Corleone don't discuss it on the phone |
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We smoke those blunts the size of bats |
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We got those gats as long as axe |
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We snatch that cheese right off the trap |
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We put those |
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Beez all on your map |