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Yeah... yeah.. |
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Yo, yo |
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[Ghostface Killah] |
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Talk about it, if you live it, if not, don't even spit it |
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**** your niggaz and them rap credits |
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I'm in the '88 candidates, paisley'd out |
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In them Coca-Cola rugby's, two bitches, with a front in my mouth |
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That's right, standin' in the lobby with tech |
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Briefer sheets, make the leaf, taste better, we love that wet |
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Got the new Patrick Ewing Jr.'s, square you, it was boomin' |
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We was robbin' digits, James or Rakim, he kept it smooth and |
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Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa, can I bone you? Say I can |
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Yes, I can, I'm lethal |
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None of these rappers can touch my pen |
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I'mma killer, that's why I bounce back in the end |
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I'm not, Freddy or Jason, or on probation |
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The lifetime achievement award is what I'm facin' |
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It's time for sentencin', the game, I'mma just rewrite it |
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Puttin' it to sleep, don't try to fight it, come on |
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[Chorus: Ghostface Killah] |
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Me and Trife, yo, we wicked with lead-a |
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Especially, when both of our tummies ain't fed-a |
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Theodore click, aimin' for your head-a |
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We the twat team, when we be gettin' that head-a |
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Don't get it twisted, yo, we out for the bread-a |
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It's on and poppin', like we rock blue and red-a |
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You wonder why these faggots poppin' up dead-a |
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We love hip hop, gives us our cred'-a |
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[Trife Da God] |
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I'm from the era, when the chronic was hittin', Onyx was spittin' |
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Throw Ya Gunz in the air, that year, have party's slippin' |
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Back then, power dollars was the party admission |
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Air Jordans, and Scottie Pippen's had the latest addition |
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And number 5's, with the lead on the side |
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Used to rock the L used jean suit, and the letters in dye |
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Doo-rags under my Starter cap, nigga, I started that |
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And if a nigga stepped on your sneakers, you caught a heart attack |
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Bumpin' The Artifacts, mixed it on the fader |
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Freestylin' up like DJ Tone, playin' the Sega |
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Neighbors handin' out papers, promotin' g's to save us |
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Tryin' guide us, hopin' one day, we'll change our behaviors |
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Floatin' on traitors, them haters, they got the vapors |
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Now we style on 'em, kids that bitches, that tried to play us |
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And to them faggot ass cops, that tried to slay us |
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You can't stop it, this is what the streets fight us |
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[Chorus] |