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(feat. Ghostface Killah, Myone & Trife Da God) |
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[Ghostface Killah] |
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Yo, with this game come alotta hate, but there's alotta snakes |
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Niggaz see the size of my dish, and wanna pick a plate |
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Thinkin' I'ma fold under pressure, y'all wanna see me break |
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Had these niggaz skating on ice, doing a figure eight |
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Twelve getting strong in the game, y'all can't touch me |
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I must be, made out of steel, y'all can't crush me |
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Watch how I paint this picture, into a mixture |
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With symbolic words, when they merge they form a scripture |
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Tone be that nigga, I belong in the ficture |
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Very necessary that my robes is furry |
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Picture me, in the King's chair blowin' on bark |
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Before queens holding toothbrushes, scrubbin' my Clarks |
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Feedin' me grapes, give me style shakes, Frosted Flakes |
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Flood the plate, twenty four karats that intake |
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I'm all over the globe, like water in moat |
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Cocaine cookouts over portable stoves |
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[Chorus: Ghostface Killah] |
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Watch how we milk 'em this year |
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Ya'll niggaz straight soft, like silk in this here |
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My niggaz came off, ran hard for 10 years |
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But this time around, we got a new sound for deaf ears |
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Things is different, now time's is changing |
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So it's a new direction that my rhymes is aimed in |
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It's more than entertainment, it's hip hop |
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The way that we walk, the way that we talk |
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It's our language |
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[Trife Da God] |
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Aiyo, now who you know is more liver than Trife? |
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The piledriver improviser go to work on your body like exercisers |
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My opening lines'll open your mind |
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Glock popper, clock stopper, leave you frozen in time |
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Plus you never seen me rolling with shines, I'm barely seen |
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Got bitches in all flavors, I call 'em my Dairy Queens |
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Gettin' CREAM, that's a daily routine, y'all niggaz know me |
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I'm the one and only, that's word to Chef and Pretty Toney |
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Make my debut on Bulletproof Wallets, that's when I come through |
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Stay true, got nothing for free, I had to pay dues |
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You feelin' like a frog then jump, you in the swamp with gators |
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Nigga, we eat you tadpoles for lunch |
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It's not a hunch, it's a sure fact |
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Drunk nigga fall back, I'm tellin' you once |
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Don't get your fronts and your jaw cracked |
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Theodore, we the new villains in here |
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Starks Enterprise, we seeing 20 million this year |
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[Chorus] |
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[Myone] |
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In these war times, whose the enemy? |
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I'm something like Matt Damon, and backin' in my Bourne Supremacy |
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I was brought to bring forth the remedy |
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Deadly ready or not, y'all people better steady the block |
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Or keep the heat coming, steady or not |
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Don't want no trouble with Joe |
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We'll throw blows that empty out the whole bungaloo |
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If y'all soldiers can handle my click |
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Then walk forward and find the one that make you ceist to exist |
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You never heard me spit as lethal as this |
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Flippin' ya brother man, on the other hand will empty a clip |
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If I build, my life hangs in a myst, the balance we call this |
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Dark and light, I know wrong from right |
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But am I wrong if I live my animal appetite |
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Have a feast in the middle of night, riddle me right |
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And more righteous, must of all your might, you can't bite this |
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Cause the man in your mirror is my lightness, and know that act is right |
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[Chorus] |
