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(feat. Eve) |
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[Sheek: ad libbing] |
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[Sheek] |
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Now you can quote me on this |
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I bust my gun |
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Also quote me on this |
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I handle my biz |
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I knew it was my house when Run was sayin it was his |
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I aint lyin |
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Aint no cords or no steam in this iron |
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But it is a permanent press |
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Have these 38 shells spray starch your chest |
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Leave you stiff |
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Coroners make ashes of you |
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In rap I'm like God nigga forever above you |
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If I don't do it all I just dial my phone |
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And you get sprayed through your clothes like you put on cologne |
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If it's not violence or drugs I have nothing to spit |
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I be lyin if I talk some spiritual shit |
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Like Kirk Franklin and them |
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Y'all just aint me |
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I can't tell you about God but I can tell you about a key |
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And what I'll do to God's children if they jerk me |
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Hurt me , never , that'll be a sin |
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I'ma put the Bible to your head and shoot through Matthew verse 10 |
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What |
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C'mon niggas |
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What |
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[CHORUS x2:] |
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[Eve and Jadakiss] |
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You told me you would bust your guns for me |
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(Yeah bust your gun dog) |
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You said you'd always sling your pounds |
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(Sling the hydro green) |
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Now you're away and you're all that I need |
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(You're all that I need baby) |
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But L-O-X will hold it down |
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(You know the LOX gonna hold it) |
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[Jadakiss] |
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I'm back in the game |
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I still ride the back of the train |
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And sit right next to jake with a package of caine |
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Niggas say he realer than me you call him a liar |
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I got the outtie T T the same color as fire |
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You just gettin a name |
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Puttin shit in the game |
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Stop fakin |
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I have your doorag lookin Jamaican |
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Holey as the water in the front of the church |
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Then find you with no back plus one in your earth |
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I can't wait for the day you get murt |
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Cuz I'ma throw a free party at the Tunnel and give out work |
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I love myself , my family , and love my son |
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Love my niggas and love white Air Force Ones |
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And besides that I'm open off the dro and the guns |
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And the head you could get from a hoe in the slums |
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Niggas always act silly till you show em the milly |
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Then they got the nerve to ask you why you wanna kill me |
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Uhh |
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[CHORUS x2] |
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[Styles] |
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I know it aint right |
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For me to swear to God |
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But I swear to God that I'll murder you dog |
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And I know it aint right |
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For me to sell dope |
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Rob stores but I still gotta run from the law |
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Twenty niggas in the clique |
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How all of us pour |
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In a three room apartment and we all on the floor |
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I reflect to the days I thought of bustin the whip |
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Now I come through the scene and niggas cuffin they bitch |
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Feel good to see Kiss spend a buck on his wrists |
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Or Sheek frontin on a jet ski with a Puerto Rican chick |
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I dont rock no jewels |
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But I pops my tools |
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And I work my coupe to do a buck 68 |
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P hit you in the head like a dutch to the face |
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Or a cup full of liquor |
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Come and fuck with you nigga |
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Cuz I make drug money |
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Gotta take blood from me |
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If you wanna prove a point pull a joint shoot dummies |
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[CHORUS x3] |
