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"huh huh huh huh huh hah hah hah hah hah hah" |
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Yeah, yeah, y'know |
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Tranquilise, tranqulise |
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Yeah, yeah |
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Yo ghostface! [echoes] (c'mon) |
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Raekwon! [echoes] |
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Meth! [echoes] |
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[raekwon] |
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See me in the club, got a gun on my lex/legs |
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Select paper and invade all the illest niggas |
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Tally up pen, yo, live crew meetin' |
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Layin' in the lab with rolls o' fly mo-et ho |
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All niggas eatin' (woah! [echoes]) |
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Wreckin' ball gangsters, unleash the law |
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Straight up, colourful drawers, bad whores |
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On the weekend eat a raw style like flounder |
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Fuckin' wit' mine or how we design |
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My niggas might find ya |
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Layin' in the tropics, big dick shit on park |
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They way his khak's look, niggas on ?chocolates? |
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Movin' out, coloured durangos switch to me, bro |
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That's how i picture rich niggas with the same coats |
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All rich niggas with the same coat. |
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[method man] |
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You can catch this crew, and fall in a ship |
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Fully equipped, on a star tack, callin' a bitch |
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How much you get, when that absolute and hennesey mix |
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(ultimate, ultimate) wu shit, my whole click (ultimate, ultimate) |
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Rubba-dub, ass in the club, showin' me love |
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Sayin' "peace" to the nigga that thug, i got the drugs |
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And the .38, snub-nose, strikin' a pose |
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Baby girl, throw the drink on my clothes, then meet ya ?bos? |
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Lewis fritz, hot nikks, nigga what's happenin'? |
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Any shit, holdin' my dick, smokin' a clip, thanks for askin' |
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Mashin', the latest fashion, |
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Dance floor packed with whites, blacks and latins |
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All n together, together for worship better |
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Now i put it down whether its methy, method, or meth-tical |
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Prop, skate, roll, bounce |
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I'm bound to wreck ya body as they turn the party out. |
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[raekwon] |
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Oh magazine's slipped, kinda like we lit |
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Deliver was a lit, ya niggas know |
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High niggas rent , i'm set like nuh purple and the new lex |
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Trifle and work, let's murder eveything that wu wanted sent |
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I'd better pay big momma for usin' his lyrics |
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Pay big momma for usin' his lyrics |
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(you betta) pay big momma for usin' his lyrics |
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Pay big momma for usin' his lyrics (come on, come on) |
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[superb] |
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And my mouth stay dry 'cos i swallow the struggle |
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I might connect you to a vcr, add delay, bug you |
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I'm not a gangsta, i hate thugs too |
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I'm just a nigga that painted a picture without a paintbrush too |
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Without a paintbrush too |
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[ghostface killah] |
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Bulletproof wallets, 20 t'ya kids that says made outta korea |
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Top sear, pass the beer, last to see a raj |
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(?) be beamed up behind the stove askin' how maria pop leer |
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Cursed style near, burst out a purse with the gods you jeer |
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From star's pizzeria, police hate the veer |
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Especially when the shots ring off in slow motion |
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When yo' head hit the meter |
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You lost two leaders, at the same case speeder |
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Peter slim duch shook 'em down for his reefer |
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James chased the recent with a hatchet on easter |
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Two murders in the 'hood, we call 'em double features |
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Watch how i eat this, freak the best teacher |
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At the prayer with the preacher, i get (?) in the bleachers |
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And your girl, i might eat her |
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I'm a lover, not a biter (well, yeah) |
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I still catch her for a piece |
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[superb (singing)] |
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He's as good as the rest of 'em |
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And as bad as the worst |
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So don't hate me |
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You'd better move over, yeeeeeaaaah- (yeah, yeah) - eeaaaaaah! |
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[beat stops] |
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[ghost] fuckin' idiots! |
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[beat starts again] |
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[outro - ghostface killah] |
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Yo, uhuh, wallets motherfuckers |
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That's right, all my shit is bulletproof |
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Stoop for the bulletproof (yeah) |
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Yeah, projects (yeah) bulletproof wallets (dj! dj! [echoes]) |
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On yo' ass nigga, you heard? |
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Dirt-ass niggas, ya niggas ain't got a chance [echoes] |
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Stadio [echoes] |
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One-three [echoes] |
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Word up! [echoes] |
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Ya now dead [echoes] |
