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The time has come, we gotta expand, the whole operation |
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Distribution, New York, to Chicago, L.A. |
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We gotta set our own market, and enforce it |
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Verse One: Kool G Rap |
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Champagne wishes of caviar dreams, a team that's gettin cream |
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With sales of fish scales from triple beams I gleam |
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Livin the life of rowdy packin fifty cali's |
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Rockin lizard Bally's while we do our drug deal in a dark alley |
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Up in casinos just me and my dino primo |
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Pushin beam-o's then parlay in Reno with two fly latinos |
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Nas, he runs the whole staff, we count mad for seen bad |
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We've seen a half a milli dashin out there on the Queens half |
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Three major players gettin papers by the layers |
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And those that betray us on the block get rocked like Amadeus |
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Fakers get used to shootin targets, soon as the dark hits |
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Front on the drug market, bodies get rolled up in a carpet |
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Those that cheat us try to beat us we got hookers with heaters |
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that'll stray pop and put more shells in your top than Adidas |
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Da leaders, lookin straight charming in our Giorgio Armani's |
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You wanna harm me and Nas you gots ta come get through a whole army |
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The celo rollers money folders sippin bola holdin mad payola |
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Slangin a Coke without the Cola |
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Me and black don't fake jacks but we might sling one |
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It ain't no shame in our game we do our thing son |
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Chorus |
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Livin the fast life, in fast cars |
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Everywhere we go, people know who we are |
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A team from out of Queens with the american dream |
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So we're plottin up a scheme to get the seven figure cream |
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(repeat 2X) |
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Verse Two: Nas Escobar |
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Yo I got, guns from Italy, smoke trees, considerably |
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Mid-state and Green it seems, is where all my niggaz be |
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The ghetto misery, shootouts and liquor stores |
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A perpendicular, angle of the clout war |
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Police searchin up my Lex over who's petrol |
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My tec blows straight off the roof and tests yo' respect though |
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But dough don't respect me, it got me handcuffed |
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The rough life, I just be up nights, breathin with scuffed Nike's |
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Pour my beers for my peoples under the stairs |
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These years I got they names in my swears |
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Poppin Cristal like it's my first child, lickin shots, holiday style |
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Rockin Steele sweaters, Wallaby down |
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Twenty-four carats, countin cabbage, like the arabs |
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The marriage of me and the mic is just like magic |
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Elegant performance, bubble Lex full insurance |
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Guzzlin Guinness shootin catchin cases concurrent |
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It's Nas, seven hundred wives, King Solomon size |
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We on the rise, me and G, ghetto wise guys |
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The luciano Frankie Aiello, Bugsy Seagal |
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Green papers with eagles from a trade that's illegal |
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*singer* Brother you've got to make it happen |
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Yeahhhahhyeahhh, get this money, yeahhh |
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Brother you've got to make it happen |
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When you're living in the fast life, heyy yeah yeah |
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Verse Three: G Rap, Nas |
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[Rap] Aiyyo my lifestyle's exquisite, yayo like a blizzard |
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[Nas] It's choir attire standin on ground with one pivot |
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[Rap] Two players rockin silk blazers and diamonds like glaciers |
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[Nas] Lands with namebrand seats reclinin like in spaceships |
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[Rap] Bodies on ice |
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[Nas] Livin trife, rollin fixed up dice |
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[Rap] Gamblin Grants |
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[Nas] Handlin stamps |
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[duo] Moves are sheist |
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[Nas] My bank grows, got the cops comin in plain clothes |
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[Rap] Tryin to arraign again cause of our fame that's how the game goes |
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[Nas] True |
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[Rap] Right out the slammer with the fame and glamour |
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Cookin up grams with Arm & Hammer supplyin scramblers in Alabama |
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[Nas] Rub out faces and leave no traces |
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My aces got mad body cases, preserve spaces at the horse races |
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Servin us Dom P my cliquo |
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Dimes with magnifico, puttin in cut inside ?perico? |
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Heat for foes, shoppin sprees with my fleet for clothes |
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in Carribean suites, deep, rippin beats with flows |
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[Rap] Aiyyo, we went from standin on blocks, without some socks |
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sellin rocks, to pickin up stock and boat docks with glocks |
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and got poppy seed fields with million dollar bills |
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Packin all the blue steel we keeps it real inside the battlefield |
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[Nas] Yeah so here's a toast to the funds and things |
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Gun smokes in rings, graveyards is buried with kings |
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Chorus |
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*singer does same part again with variations to fade, mostly "I" for "you* |
