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They said that I'm a Rottweiler |
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And I'm from the Rottweiler house, the Rottweiler New York |
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[G-Dep] |
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Really, get smacked silly, you get smacked silly |
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Fucking with these niggas from the, what you gonna do |
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When you ready, shit I was born ready |
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And I was all ready on fish and spaghetti |
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Creep with the culture, rap I can coach ya |
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Attack like a vulture, see what I told ya |
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Said I'd get cha, wear it if it fit ya |
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Y'all thirteen inches, I see the big picture |
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If it's to get richer, I'd probably get wit ya |
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If not burn it, get hot like a furnace |
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Shoot the video, motherfuck city permits |
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We own the city, on the phone with Diddy (*phone sounds*) |
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Red bone pretty, when she get aroused like to suck her own titty |
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Put it in the video |
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Ya wanna holla got to follow nigga here we go |
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Get you ticket, the train, don't miss it |
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Won't reach out, and ya bet I won't visit |
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Till my whole wardrobe is-it, now listen |
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[Chorus] |
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[G-Dep & Black Rob (Puffy)] |
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Make this money |
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Take this money (Let's get it) |
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Ain't no way you can take this from me (Let's get it) |
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Ain't shit funny (uh) |
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Shake it honey (Let's get it) |
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Take it money |
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Now let's get it (Let's get it) |
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[G-Dep] |
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Creep with your people |
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Though my shit is Sweet and Low it's no Equal, front but you lookin |
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Once I throw the hook you proceed to get cookin |
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With the game when the soldiers shit |
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You came, thought that I owed you one |
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Wide big Lincoln, why's this guy on the side for the stinking? |
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Watch task force dash forward lookin marveled |
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It's a big chance, big pants, might guard him |
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With my man's type cargo |
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Better learn quick, cause my clique don't argue |
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You ain't my crew, who are you? Beat it |
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'Fore we take off make sure you all seated |
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Billboard read it believe it |
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[Chorus] |
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[G-Dep] |
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Soul Controller, rap Ayatollah |
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Kids hate me when they older I put cracks by the stroller |
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I'm registered voter, motherfuck a quota |
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Give some bakin soda and a quarter |
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Bet I flow straight up out the water |
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I'ma wreck the game til it say out of order |
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Put the high score up, then tear the floor up |
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On the world tour with your whore out in Europe, head on the tour bus |
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Do what them niggaz in the drop thinks cooler |
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All the five quarters, headline supporters |
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Hitting wives and daughters |
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Brought a neck spray from Estee Lauders |
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Call Puffy to order |
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[P-Diddy] |
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Aiyyo, call me Diddy, I run this city |
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Send the cops, the D. A. and feds to come get me |
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Cats wanna leave me for dead you comin with me |
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Gettin head in the Bentley red at one fifty |
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Straight lose it, love two things my money my music |
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Might co-write and produce it |
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Drop mine, hot 9 exclusive |
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Got y'all Hulkin like Bruce did |
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Cause I can, break backs and stacks it's no problem |
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Make raps and tracks and go Harlem |
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I get worldwide coverage |
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I got so many spots I don't even buy luggage, ya love it |
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Make moves major, hide out in Asia |
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If your girl keep coming around them I'm a blaze her |
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I'm the Bad Boy flavor, light blue gators |
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NOT GUILTY, plus I'm filthy, c'mon |
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[Chorus] |
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[Black Rob (Puffy)] |
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I be the east side Soprano, Rob Marciano |
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Flow in each channel with the Iverson handle |
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Forty-five sparks turn your day gray flannel |
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Snatch the yay of the mantle, then proceed to dismantle |
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Can't slay Rob |
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How many niggas done tried to play mob, quit they day job |
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Tired of putting broke niggas under the wing |
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If I go to jail again I'm going under the bing |
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Act like you gonna pull that thing thing |
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You the only one that always get stuck for bling bling |
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I represent "A" block in Sing Sing |
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Almost caught a buck fifty for fuckin a Latin King's queen |
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Moves for paper, booze no chaser |
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Bullets out the blazer four-fifths with laser |
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Come and get your shit splitted, newspapers say I did it |
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(He ain't do it) Now let's get it (Let's get it) |
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[Chorus (x3)] |
