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Uh, Uh Yeah |
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We back in the fucking building |
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Diplomats, |
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Young Guru, |
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Jim Jones, |
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Santana, Freaky |
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Came in second half |
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Shit man, only thing we really wanna know right now is |
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What? Is what's really good? |
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That's the question [Cam'Ron] |
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Suicide sickness, child negligence |
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Homicide fingerprints, wild evidence (But what?) |
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But thou shall, respect me bloa, bloa |
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Clap, clap, pow, pow, bow down, nigga |
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Be in Columbus never seen |
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Bow Wow (Nope) |
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We big dogs, all on the chow down |
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Chow, and |
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Mr. Giles lay back |
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Santana locked up, get 'em out |
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ASAP Aight, now boy, not tonight |
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I where a bomb to the court like it's a ice white |
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I'm real ice right, still in the hood |
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But the question for y'all is (DMX) |
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What's Really |
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Good? (Cam) |
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Nothing, see me on 55th, black scooped it up |
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A-k activated, act stupid, one did act stupid |
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Mac had to move it, from the hood like (DMX) |
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What's really good? (Cam) |
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I had to lay 'em down, clip him up, sprayed around |
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Split him up, he played the ground, leave, nine stayed around |
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Outlaw on the street, shot four from the three |
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Southpaw Portuguese (What's Really Good?) [Chorus: Cam'Ron] + (DMX) |
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To all my ladies, ghetto to ghetto |
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Heals, sneakers, slipper stilettos, hello |
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Diplomats are coming to your hood |
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And we wanna know (What's really good?) |
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All my niggaz, block for block |
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Rock for rock, top for top |
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Top a top, stash your clocks under the hood |
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And niggaz wanna know (What's really good?) [Jim Jones] |
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Okay I admit |
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I mean they said |
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I was trippin' had to re-edit the spin 44 lead when |
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I'm spitting |
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Shots to the head of my victims |
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Big deserts we grippin' to dry out, you in the desert is slippin' |
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They go through extreme measures to get 'em |
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Them chains and them treasures the glistening |
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You got three hideouts, a bed in the system |
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My brethren |
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I miss them |
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So please tell me y'all (DMX) |
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What's really good? (J.Jones) |
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Top of the drop when it's missing |
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MY block when it's clickin', these rocks when they glistening (DMX) |
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What's really good? (J.Jones) 145th on this crunk, big 45th in my trunk |
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Big gouty wrists on you chumps |
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Mostly me and sometimes them |
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But mostly me, oh shit man, that's one time them |
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Squally, so through your set up please |
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And let me know if you really good |
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And let me know if you really hood [Chorus] [Cam'Ron] |
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I like this beat, drums and bells |
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Remind me of bullets, bodies, guns and shells |
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I don't talk the verse, |
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Polly wanna cracker |
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When she on the stand, you probably wanna smack her |
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Probably wanna clap her, end your day properly |
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Air the shit out like the end of |
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State Property |
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No run away robber, gunner stay half of me the end |
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I see prophecy (DMX) |
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What's Really |
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Good? I'm in the buggy mon', with the |
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Rugby on Air |
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Force Ones, looking like |
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Lucky Charms |
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Lotta dudes, yelling out "Fuck me, uh?" |
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I'll blow this bitch dog, what the fuck we on [Juelz Santana] |
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It's Santana, |
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I'm straight out the box homey |
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Straight to the stoop, straight to the booth when |
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I stepped out the box homey |
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I still got the sun of the box on me |
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Grimy clothes, funky arms, my socks dirty |
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I told you |
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I can count on my boy |
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I'm in trouble, needed bail money, dialed on my boy |
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Shit, and just when |
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I thought it was getting worst |
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I was bailed out scot-free, spittin' this verse, uh-huh |
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You don't sit in the dirt, clips'll disperse (Dmx) |
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What's Really |
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Good (Santana) |
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ME MOTHERF |
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UCKER!!! Don't play with this, |
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I'm so great at this |
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Santana, bandana, release the eight a spit (COME ON...) [Chorus] |
