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Yeah, yeah |
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Yeah, yeah |
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Uh, lotta money in here |
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Uh, terror squad |
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Now and forever |
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Top of the world, tun |
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Yeah, uh |
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Yeah, uh |
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They call me joey crack my name'll never be forgotten |
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Livin' in the ny city thats rotten |
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Niggas on the block still screamin' and plottin' |
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Wonderin' if my squad gon stop bubblin' |
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But we not cuz we all still shinin' |
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You average, we floss four karat diamonds |
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Layin' up in the plushes suite |
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Wit the thuggish freaks |
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She love to eat plus bust the heat |
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We touch the streets wit the same principles |
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Everyday gotta get this cash know it makes sense to you |
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Joe crack one in a million |
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Get cash from drug deals |
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But still keep the weapons concealed |
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Build wit the gods |
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Todays madd fast cars |
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Who copped what and got shot comin' out the bar |
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My repitore is far beyond belief |
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Y'all ain't much to me |
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Honestly you can't fuck wit me |
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(chorus)-big pun |
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It's my life, my money, my world |
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My girls, ts electrify the sky like the 3rd rail |
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Want us to fail cuz you on our dick |
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But as long as every song is rich you can't tell me shit |
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We been doin' this since prince was the bomb |
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Before he changed his name and started making wack songs |
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Before the trigger talk and the heat wit chalk |
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Was our last resort and niggas took it to the streets |
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I live the plush life |
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Nothing on my wrist but crushed ice |
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Bumpin' the heist in the gs wit the bug lights |
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Just the life that the playa portrays |
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Lookin' laced in my fj560's |
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It's many ways that we gon get it |
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Look how many years we don did it |
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Cop land and build a home in it |
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That's all i ever wanted dreamed of |
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Create a mean buzz |
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Slick c.r.e.a.m. and show my team love |
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You see us on b.e.t. |
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Rockin' ice blue suits pardon the jewlery |
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Is the same fat kid from the ave of trinity |
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It's been around three years since my last lp |
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But it gets no better than this |
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Consecutive hits |
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You on some jealous ones envy shit |
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Conpetitive bitch |
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I got my enemies mapped out |
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No doubt |
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Take the leer jet to cali theres a party up at shaq's house |
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You don't wanna compare counts pull ya stash out |
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The ultraviolet from my ice will make you pass out |
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My niggas force black outs |
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Shoot up ya skate key |
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You love to hate me |
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Pushin' the dope ass ride doin' a hundred-eighty |
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(chorus)-big pun |
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(ad-lib til end) |
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Yeah, gon ride for you |
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Yeah, uh, uh, uh |
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Gon ride for you |
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Gon ride for you (ha, ha, ha, huh) |
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Yeah, we gon ride for you |
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We gon ride for you |
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Yeah, we gon ride for you, motherfuckin' gon ride for you |
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Ha, yeah, everybody in the struggle |
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Hold ya head baby, uh |
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Yeah, charli rock ld, big surge, big frank, big o |
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Huh, we gon ride for you, best believe i'ma ride for you |
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Ha, ha, yeah i'm gon ride for you, best believe we gon ride for you |
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Terror squad, 9-8, new millenium |
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Joey crack, realness |
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1 (7x's) |
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Tony montana, yeah what |
