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(feat. AZ) |
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[AZ] |
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Mm |
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It's that shit right here |
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It's that big boy music! |
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Yahmean? |
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Thinkin of a masterplan me and my man |
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Hand to hand on the grind since a half a gram |
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Understand even then you couldn't pass me hand |
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Was on the land all geared up and Dapper Dan |
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Around the year of them classic jams |
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I done seen niggaz get bitch slapped and ran |
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Word to yam a few got rich and swam |
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While I was sunk with they G packs trying to pump |
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It's over, no closure cars gave niggaz exposure |
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I was carried by Allah on his shoulders |
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Sober my first AR in the hood |
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Would of stuck a muhfucker and bring his truck if I could |
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Understood I was strong headed |
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But them streets and them guns gave me the wrong fetish |
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Cool whatever, I'm here we can do whatever |
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From the cars to clothes to the jewels whatever |
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Why worry? I'll rest when I'm dead and buried |
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So for now I'ma dress, get head and be merry |
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(Muthafuckers) |
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[Hook x2] |
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My minds still in the grind you wouldn't understand |
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It's been a long time since we was going hand to hand |
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When the block was too hot we had the look out man |
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Playing the corners to warn us soon as he saw the blue van |
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[Cormega] |
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Plans to conquer the street |
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Branded in my head like the mark of the beast |
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My knowledge so ominous I plot in my sleep |
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When I eat my niggaz eat |
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We take the bitter with the sweet |
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If I die few'll cry, less'll do a bid with me |
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Once intrigued with money and fast cars |
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Stubbornly I sold crack to my mans moms |
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Suddenly it troubles me so I asked God |
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Forgiveness for pasts wrongs and future sins |
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Presently the coop I'm in |
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View as heavenly as the roof of ?Sens? |
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Like Vince Carter I'm too intense |
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For dudes defense to stop me I abuse the rim |
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Anybody can ball I do it to win |
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Son it's +Doe or Die+, all that other shit aside |
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Any sign of betrayal my nine'll improvise |
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I spit the sickest rhymes |
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Daydream of getting mines |
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Fuck scales and just as I ?tri-beamed to digitize? |
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Pure white perrico I cooked over a greasy stove |
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From Brooklyn to Queens to O-T |
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With keys I sold in a V |
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So cold when I hit the street many people froze |
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My team deaded the block till it decomposed |
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And was under our complete control to each his own |
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I don't sleep on niggaz in the street no mo |
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Cause when shit hit the fan even Nino told |
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[Hook x2] |
