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Shut the fuck up punk! |
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Give me that shit! |
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You feel sorry for who!! |
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Gave you head before I stormed in |
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Muthafucka, any problem yo I want in |
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I'm here to win |
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Every mornin |
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I'm yawnin |
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While ya'll are boardin |
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The store and showin that you're fake bringin some corn in |
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Meat, rice, and poultry |
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We all know how you get your money |
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Don't insult me |
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Shutup |
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For me not steppin |
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You can fault me |
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Yeah, I chill |
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But we are about to split this muthafucka |
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Like SugarHill |
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See your man |
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He thinks he's wise |
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Tell him chill |
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He ain't the only one with chinky eyes |
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Yo, I'm related to him |
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And I'll put eight through him |
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When I skate though him |
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And my co-d |
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I don't think you know is take to him |
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And before it's over |
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I'll have this whole fuckin store with that smoke aroma |
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And yo, your wife keeps twitchin |
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Than we both can bone her |
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Real quick, real sick |
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Pull out dick |
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Then nigga go on and riff |
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I'll have this whole fuckin clip |
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On some raw dog shit |
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Close that gate |
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It's time to negotiate |
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Now your store really could fulfill my needs |
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Got now and later seeds |
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Niggas need dungarees |
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We in the middle of Harlem |
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What we need for them ski's |
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That's the coverup nigga |
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For the weed, guns, and keys |
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But ya'll is gettin live though |
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I ain't gonna cry yo |
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I just wanna get paid off, nigga |
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Like five-0 |
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[Chorus - 2x's] |
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In America the product is coke and weed |
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In China, the product is dope and speed |
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The Columbians got the coca leaves |
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But in Harlem, niggas like to Plot and Scheme |
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[Cam'ron] |
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Now your store grose |
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A mil' a week |
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And my niggas on the block |
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Yo, we feel is sweet |
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But we been livin here forever |
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Can you feel our beat |
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So give us half |
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Or I guarantee baby |
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You gonna feel the heat |
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And I'm a little bit high |
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Save a little and you die |
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Send a blizzard through your store |
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In the middle of July |
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So if you wanna chat |
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We can |
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If you wanna scrap |
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We can |
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But I feel like Jackie Chan |
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Exactly man |
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Kong Fu |
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Murder thoughts like John Woo |
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I'm here for Bi |
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Not to con you |
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Now it's a done deal yo |
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There ain't no bluffin kid |
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And tell your wife don't move |
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I know where that button is |
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Yo, I would hate to have to bust her |
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That's petty black |
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Matter of fact get out the way |
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I know where that maschetti at |
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Give me that |
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Blamm!!! |
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That's when the chink goes flip |
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Then grabs me like Spock |
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On some Bruce Lee shit |
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And his wife had a grenade |
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That's when my niggas sprayed |
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And in a puddle of blood |
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Is where that bitch laid |
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But this ain't have to happen yo |
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Man you see the weed for real |
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Nigga let me go! |
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Back up off me! |
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Damn that was a close one |
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Next time, your ass gonna play Bruce son |
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That's Word to mutha! |
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You don't know how deep we are |
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Give them them tapes |
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Ya'll got VCR's |
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Yeah, three of 'em |
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But back to the topic |
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My deal to the floor |
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In a week |
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I can bring about 10 thou to the store |
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Yeah, I know I know I know |
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That's not near to what your crew had |
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But we doin this together |
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Nigga that's too bad |
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Now here's the deal either take it or leave it |
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Cause see these guns |
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We can take it or squeeze it |
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Now everything is set up |
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Right? |
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I got some girls that will be here sometime tonight |
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You know meya, the nigga wit China white |
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They got some shit that will fuck around and blind your sight |
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They kind of tight |
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Now if I here things behind the hype |
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I'll put a contract on your life |
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And you sign it right |
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The first day |
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So have my money Thursday |
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Cause I don't want to have to see your ass nigga on herse day |
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In the worst way |
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[Chorus] |
