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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
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Uh, uh, uh, yeah |
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Baby, mama, let's roll, here we go, cheerio, cereal |
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Killa with the flow and the blow and the dro' |
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And the gun go ring, hit 'em all in a row |
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AK-47, .40-glock, .44, let 'em know from the door |
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How it go, it's not a joke, there's gon' be a homicide |
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I'm a ride, I'm a rep me a nigga up in the box |
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And send 'em to his folks, his bloods, his kin |
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The drama it don't end, bust a gun |
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Bust a nigga's face open with the hand |
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Tell 'em go tell a friend, tell a cop, tell the FEDS |
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I don't give a mothafuck, you niggas in the Ps |
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I'm a let the world see you, you're a bitch, you're a snitch |
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I'm a Mobb Deep gangsta, Infamous soldier |
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If you got a cold heart then my shit just froze over |
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Range Rover, Chevy Suburban, the bullet proof trim |
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The windows on the crib, bullet proof them |
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You're fucking with a Dirty New Yorker |
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Quens in this bitch fall back or get roped up |
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You're fucking with a Dirty New Yorker |
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Quens mothafucka, move and get smoked up |
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Ay' baby mama let's slide on the floor |
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I'm a pro with the flow |
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I can go on forever tell me when to stop yo |
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My first album Head Nigga In Charge it went gold |
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With my next shit I'm just trying to seel a lil mo' |
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I won't be mad if it's less, I'm still filthy rich |
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We going on a permanent tour and never coming back |
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I'm a vet not a pet, you gon' see when I flip |
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Niggas trip fall on their face and bust their own shit |
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Come for me you gon' run up to a wall of cement |
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Certain niggas not to be touched and I'm one of 'em |
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Pop to bub me, crack open the Goose and the Gin |
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You gon' get real fucked up in memory of them |
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I'm a cop some more ice, houses and whips |
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Why they mad? 'Cause they can't spend money like this |
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180 on the wrist, 190 on the six-speed |
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Porsche with the turbo and shatter proof tenth |
