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[Intro] |
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"That’s it. Joey Zasa. He can't be doing this alone. Ugh, just when I thought I was out, they pull me back in!" |
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[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks] |
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The smell of speed is in the air |
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When known for smoking path |
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A bunch of different people, one building |
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Tonight we culture clash |
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I ain't supposed to be here, my ************* |
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Them lives be over fast |
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Younglings disappear, they be bigger |
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Looks like he chose the AVE |
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Look how I treat my inferiors, not my equals |
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Gold skin chronic interior, peep my prequel |
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Don't let that glitter deceive you |
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She'll get one up to bleed to |
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Very seldom you'll squeeze through |
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Check my propellers from diesel |
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Every weekend I be lit up |
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Tailored for fly drops |
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Up and down one of the side blocks |
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She licks the eye in cyclops |
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Party not, Chavante star, my high tops |
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My chain didn't bring her cutie ass home |
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Now do we all my paps |
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Play them games around here be in that sky box |
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Ain't no freedom of crime props |
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But that's just me. Rewind. Stop |
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Shout out to lye shops |
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Every one of them on my time slot |
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Shocks to those who think I can't do it |
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I'm thinking "Why not?" |
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[Hook: Lloyd Banks] |
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Nobody said it would be easy, baby, you believe me? |
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No battles will take the fun out at all, never defeat me |
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Drop a diamond for the coolest ************* |
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I'm back to *************ning with my movie ************* |
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Know they've been waiting, time to deliver |
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Where the real mother******s at? |
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Too many faking now, what's up with that? |
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I'd rather get to it, one up to Mac |
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I tipped a mountain, there ain't no coming back |
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A thousand dimes, I fell in love with racks |
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[Verse 2: Raekwon] |
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What up, son? Umbrella handguns |
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45 hammers coming, all of these Samantha on par |
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Keep shedding campus running |
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Newscaster cameras come |
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Nickel plated cannon gun |
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Bystanders chased by the highlanders, I plan to rumble |
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War rich thugs, a few rich cubs |
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Hide money inside the screw twist tubs |
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And, yo, smoke *************, bring monster trees |
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Petrified *************s who testified |
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Get blown down, electrified |
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Hard *************s used to starve a ************* |
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Rob the rob *************s, now we flex the cars |
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Eating carbs, my ************* |
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Build minx style, wild I berry and lynx style |
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Dressed a drawer full of shells, I think childish |
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What you want to do? My money be up too |
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And we be up all week laying to interrupt you |
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Sprinter trucks, roll up |
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What's up killer, ************* you! |
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Red carpet, you're out |
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Blaow, look up, BOOM! |
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[Hook: Lloyd Banks] |
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[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks] |
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One wrong makes me angry, two wrongs makes it even |
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One of the greatest MCing |
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Homie, the day that I should key in |
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Homie, I take out the legion |
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Stone me and call me |
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Holy mattress from the hoes I'm holding |
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Hollering season |
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Man, I do it cause its therapeutic |
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Better I use it, tough as leather music |
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Straight as the teacher who severed students |
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Off the head with Judas |
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I had to make it, I'm from South Jamaica |
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Put here to drop everybody, me and my taser |
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Hit the city, she's going to drop through the party, 3 AM favors |
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These days they gave us well spent, champagne bent |
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I need a famous wall to paint my tape on |
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You ripped the seal of napalm |
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And it's raining, hail storm |
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Triggers reveal an A-bomb |
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Jeweler ice me the ************* up |
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Freeze out my demons |
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Lightening Roley speaking |
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Holy bars reroute the Heathens |
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One is for the money, two is for the money |
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Two doors too late to lose me with time |
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They looking for me... |
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[Hook: Lloyd Banks] |