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Word up Rector! |
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I wasn't gonna say it again? |
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Word up, man it's all good! |
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You don't gotta let us in your little **********t! |
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You got that? |
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Keep that **********t, man! |
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You could have it man. |
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WE GOOD! Killa! [Verse 1: Cam'Ron] |
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See you like to front. (word!) |
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Me? I like to stunt. (true!) |
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I go for it on fourth down you the type to punt. (********** that!) |
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I go for the homerun. - |
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You the type to bunt |
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No support stay in court twice a month. - |
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Light the blunt! |
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D.A.! - Flees and flies he breakin' down them pizza pies (Mr. Pies!) |
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See my eyes, rolled up right now. - |
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I'm facin three to five. (in Jersey!) |
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Assault charge, yeah granted - it was aggrevated |
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But you characters my character - won't assasinate it. (nope!) |
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Ha! - They had to hate it aggitated cash related (cash related!) |
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I tell your **********: "Grab my **********! Ha! Now ********** it! " |
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Don't catch feelings man - how she not feelin' |
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Cam? And look her by the waist feelin like a ceilin fan (you crazy!) |
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My girl Chanel should sell **********t 'for |
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Chanel kicks hell |
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Split turn down 50 mill' - on my |
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Chappelle, **********t! (Chapelle, **********t!) |
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Get your ice wet! - |
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Lay down that slight bet |
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Word my word heard you'll get curved like a |
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Nike, check! [Interlude: Vado] |
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Check! Check! |
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Fly! Ayo, they call us the new |
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Harlem Knights, man! |
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We like Richard |
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Pryor and |
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Eddie! (man, don't **********' with us!) |
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Three shots |
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I'll take his whole team out! (fire, man!) |
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Arsenio ass **********s! (Huh?) [Verse 2: Vado] |
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You now lookin' at the face of the new team (yes!) |
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No Plies! |
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Big faces in these true jeans! (HUH? !) |
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I don't tie nor lace 'em keep some lose strings (all day!) |
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Tongue hangin' son fakin in them two |
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G's. She gon' drop on two knees once she see the belt (huh?) |
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I'm number one with the water |
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I need to meet with |
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Phelps. (Haaaaaa!) |
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Got my own corner! (Corner!) - |
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I don't need your help. (nah!) |
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I'm doin everything like |
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I only need myself. (huh!) |
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A bit more thread |
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I'd have the city sowed (sowed!) |
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Top down gettin head while on the |
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Bentley phone. (phone!) |
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Powder blue it's all like the one that |
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Diddy owns (yeah!) |
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Ask Killa |
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I write +Thrillers+ like |
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Quincy Jones! |
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G4's speedboats and villa homes (homes!) |
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Fake pokin', y'all chest out - y'all silicones! (Haaaaa!) |
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Jeff Hamilton spurs level with silver phones (yes!) |
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Standin on the couch in mansions spillin' |
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Rose. (Rose!)- |
[12 seconds instrumental] [Verse 3:] [Vado:] |
Homes! (Homes!) |
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DAMN! See while |
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I'm feelin' myself? (See?) |
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The market done changed and y'all rappers still on the shelf? (things change!) |
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Quick to go for the |
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Eagles like |
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I'm from Philadelph' |
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I feel for y'all health - 'fore |
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I pull your ice grill and get melt. (like chill!) |
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Shotty pump! |
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No ball get your body dumped (dumped!) |
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I don't brawl a phone call have your body slumped! (HUH? !) |
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Queens stories heard 'em all from |
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Preme to Ronnie |
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Bump (yeah!) |
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Waitin on that four door |
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Porsche should be out in a month. [Cam'Ron:] |
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With these keys |
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I'm a wilderbeast (word!) |
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Nautica feel the fleece (I'm feelin'!) |
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I should shoot at the ground the way |
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I kill this beat. (true!) |
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No seatbelt but ma, |
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I'll unfacin it |
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Jag Coupe is lavender, today |
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I'm playin' passenger. (shotgun!) "Killa" the signature (yes!) before that is the literature (now!) |
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Pow was a baller hustler slash prisoner. (what else?) |
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But a good listener (ture!) - your wife |
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I might piss on her, |
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Christian her! - |
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Yeah that's how |
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I'll wizz it wizz on her. [beat stops] |