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How y'all doin' out there? |
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I wanna welcome y'all back |
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Welcome some of y'all for the first time, huh? Killa |
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We did it again, y'all don't ******* wit us |
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Suck a ************ man, aiyyo Jones, what's good? |
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Santana, Freaky, they gonna be mad this time, huh? |
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Aiyyo I got my man Kay Slay up in the house |
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Harlem, you know what it is, what's good? |
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[Kay Slay] |
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You know how we get down, East side, El BARRIO |
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[Cam'Ron] |
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El Barrio up in this ************, aiyyo Kay |
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This ************ blowing up my mother****** phone right now |
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Man, *******' hold up, hol', yo man |
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[Kay Slay] |
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Yo son |
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[Cam'Ron] |
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What's good? |
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[Kay Slay] |
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I gotta tell you like my dog told me |
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When you meet a chick, you gotsta straight slap her |
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[Cam'Ron] |
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Slap her? |
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[Kay Slay] |
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Yeah, when you first meet her, just slap her |
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[Cam'Ron] |
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Off the bat? |
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[Kay Slay] |
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Off the bat, just backhand her |
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[Cam'Ron] |
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Why's that, though? |
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[Kay Slay] |
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'Cause later on down the line |
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You ain't never gotsta to worry about |
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That chick telling you -- |
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"Cam, you don't treat me the way you used to" |
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[Cam'Ron] |
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[Laughing] That's what I'm sayin' ******* |
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But see the thing is with me |
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I don't understand how a ************ can go out |
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Rain, sleet, snow, *******, suck whoever |
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And then go give another ******* her ******g money |
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Knawmean? |
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[Kay Slay] |
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Nah Cam, you gotta understand |
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That's cause ya game is tight |
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[Cam'Ron] |
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Oh, nah, not me Ka', I'm talking about another ******* |
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I know my game is tight, *******, knowhaImean? |
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We getting ready set this ************t the ******* off |
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Jones, where we at, huh? Harlem, harlem, harlem... |
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[Verse] |
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Yo, yo, I advise you to step son |
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For I ******* ya moms, make you my step son |
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Y'all be calling me daddy, cause |
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The "Rag Muffin" y'all soon say |
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Y'all ******* around with brother "Num-say" |
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Y'all gonna see doomsday |
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I'm a savage but colder |
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Now I rock karrots that I'm older |
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See this parrot on my shoulder? |
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He do the talking, I ain't concerned with words |
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Act up, and be returned to the birds |
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I return with them birds, any 28 grams |
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A ************ that I touch, pretty much turns to birds |
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I be in Miami, Bow-Ca-Baton, pokin' ya moms |
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Hauntin' ya aunt, all over the dawn |
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Using a **** then I'm gone back |
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Cobacabana, no joke I'm bananas |
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Cops come for **** it's a damper |
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I'm low in Atlanta, get hot, go to Savana |
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Rush the crib, go in the hampter |
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Don't follow me, "Stan-a" |
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If you do, I'm blowin' the hammer |
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That'll rip that vest apart, hit ya chest and heart |
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I ain't finished, that's just the start |
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You'll be calling for back up, praying for help |
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******* my life, I'm taking myself |
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All the achin' I felt |
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In my crib at night, praying for wealth |
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******* dissin "What's the problem ma? I ain't ballin?" |
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Now every ten minutes, hos prank callin' |
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[Kay Slay] |
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Yo Cam, ******* all this rap ************t, man |
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Let's get down to business, Harlem |
