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Get money, get fly, get busy, get live |
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Get over, get by, get women, get high, get right! |
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Think you can stop us, really? |
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Then niggaz got to feel me |
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Peel out Suzuki's, make those |
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Kawasaki's pop a wheelie' |
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Cuz only I could hold me, |
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V.S.O.P. control me |
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Better watch those rollies, yo, we crash spots, warn the police |
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You think you know me, cool as |
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Coolie High, co-chief |
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Roamin' the streets, black like no justice and no peace |
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Keepin' the pace, not gon' lose my place, in this paper chase |
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Smell this pie we bake, make your plate, take a taste |
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Make no mistakes, though some toes gettin' stepped on |
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My name is |
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Tephlon, hook 'em like it's methadone |
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Whenever the record's on, set the bomb, test my arm |
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I'm never alarmed, the best are harmed when the pressure's on |
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Back on the block, pull up on the spot, drunk's pop |
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Once a drop, echoin' through ghettoes like gun shots |
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Pull out that twenty spot, what we got's above hot |
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Killa Beez, we run shop, runnin' from the top, it goes |
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Get money, get fly, get busy, get live |
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Get over, get by, get women, get high, get right! |
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Listen, baby, work your dance, to this verse |
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I chantVictim of my circumstance, get at me first chance |
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Bet it's a short deal, good, like how ya'll feel |
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Ditech, it's all wheel, gonna make 'em all kneel |
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Givin' the play, million shipped today, who got shit to say? |
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Poured it in |
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Broadway, check me out in the big display |
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That's overlookin', |
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Bronx, Queens, |
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BrooklynStaten, |
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Manhattan, wherever there's a hood in |
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I dig my foot in, men of honor like |
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I'm Cuba Gooding |
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You was bookin' when they jumped off, but who was lookin' |
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Via satellite, |
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I broadcast the fast light |
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That's right, pass the mic, load me up, |
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I'll crash it tight |
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When in the zone, |
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I lose it, |
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I'll put them blown in fuses |
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There's no explainin', no escapin' and no excuses |
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Move if you true, the kid is due, let my niggaz through |
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Gettin' physical and the streets continue to |
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Get money, get fly, get busy, get live |
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Get over, get by, get women, get high, get right! |
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Ya'll, and that's right ya'll |
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And we ain't goin' no where, it's all night ya'll |
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I love my ladies with jeans that fit tight ya'll |
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For all my fellas on bikes with chrome pipes, ya'll |
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Ya'll from the north, west, south to the east side |
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We really don't mind, we rep each side |
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Haters get mad, they left outside |
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You feel what |
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I feel, then come inside |
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The eyes like |
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David Caress, so check my following |
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Move with |
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The Movement, that's your only option |
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My coalition, all in position on this mission |
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No quittin', slowly inchin' closer to this vision |
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Won't you listen, couldn't inflict your system with conviction |
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Stop your bitchin', hard times is all you're gettin' |
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See the fire in my eyes, desire in my vibes |
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Liar in disguise, never measure eye and eye |
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On any of us, what, bounce, before you get touched |
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The town's not big enough, give it up, get it shut |
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Down like |
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Studio 54, you know that this be raw |
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You know that this be war |
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I'm ahead of the game, why lose, it's better to gain, no darts |
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Are ever the same, |
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Deck's my name, |
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I never changed |
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On the road to riches, out to foe the snitches |
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I roll wit chicks who pose for pictures, they rich and hold the figures |
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Get money, get fly, get busy, get live |
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Get over, get by, get women, get high, get right! |
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Get right! |
