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We go back and forth, sending this out to my people up north |
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Tell 'em if you ain't from new york you're soft |
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Box or throw rocks, fish or cut bait |
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Cause i fight great, but wait |
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Here's the hottest joint on lockdown |
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Ready for release what they call a masterpiece |
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Covers are blown, known for keeping shit lethal |
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Cause now i'm like water in the desert for you thirsty people |
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What's the fixation with all this artillery? |
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Now you catch a look, saying "who are you to question me?" |
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Giving sighs from enemy lines taking care of my business |
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Is how you found out wayne's world was never his |
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See my pend holds strong for all my cookies in mink |
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We call all types of bitches running out of ink |
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Later for ticky mind, avoid like suama |
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But i don't see nothing wrong with a little bump and grind |
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You know it's my thing, get your bell rang |
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By the meccafied slang, the jack of all trades |
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Couldn't even gang bang, and niggas can't hang |
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With so many styles, you'd swear the shit was out of wu-tang |
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But the samurai, cl smooth i |
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Be slicing, dicing you down when the mic is around |
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I rebound like oakley when you provoke me |
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This is the chocolate thai, be careful how you toke me |
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I razzle dazzle your fragile ass until you pay homage |
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To the man i plan is holding all the knowledge |
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In five minutes of funk off my tounge, read the label shown |
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Is it pete rock or oliver stone? |
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Still the same, they remember my name |
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Kind of reminds me of when rocket ismail played for notre dame |
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Invincibility with no vulnerability |
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Selling more than gold with the killers on my payroll |
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You'd better watch your step, known for the rep |
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Of being real but can't accept jealous brothers and others |
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Who can't relax with pep, and if it was the playoffs |
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Your ass would get swept and kept on stash |
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The tango & cash competitors bow |
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Cause i would think we all know who the don is by now |
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Making loot at the pace of a horse race |
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Now once again my friend, the great paperchase |
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Here's a taste of life in the fast lane |
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Now house full of chicks, he's stripping off the don p |
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With the profound sound, i ride swoops like a hawk |
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And can only bring the essence of new york |
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It's the vernonville daddy, can you comprehend? |
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How some real live niggas set a new trend |
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Of being so blasted, smoothest prophets to the brain cell |
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While i bid you all a farewell |
