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You can catch me in the cherry red one-fifty |
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Got the Glizzy locked in the stizzy |
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Pop the clizzy, going sixty down a one-wizzy |
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Drunk pissy, tryin' to cruise through the avenue |
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While my peoples is poppin' bottles |
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Up in Sue's Rendevous |
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**** that! Spun the U-ey, lost a hubcap |
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It's back to the shack, came back in a "What's that?" |
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Straight from Paris |
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Checkin' Gaby's new baby carriage |
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Perry Ellis, auburn cherry reddish |
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Fresh out the dealer, got the TEC for the squealers |
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Wear a vest for the killers, nothin' less |
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'Cause it's realer |
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In the Big Apple, where it's quick |
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To get your shit tackled |
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Enemies spit at you, best friends kidnap you |
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Trust no one; got beef, bust yo' gun |
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You don't need no one |
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Talking 'bout that you owe him |
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I'ma go for dolo; Scarface without Manolo |
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One deep, I be solo, bustin' heat |
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Throwin' bolos, it's hard |
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And it's so hard, yeah(It's hard work, baby) |
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(I just lost a hundred pounds, I'm tryin' to live) |
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Niggas wanna be like Pun(I ain't goin' nowhere) |
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But they don't bust their guns(I'm stayin' alive, baby) |
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And it's so hard |
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(That's my wife, I paid for them titties!) |
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(Get your own! Your own, ya heard?) |
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Niggas wanna **** my wife |
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Nggas wanna take my life |
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But it's so hard |
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Rollin' with the Squad, we like Gods |
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Catch us at the bar-de-bar-de-bars |
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Strip bars in Miami |
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Almost came home with the Grammy |
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Next year, bringing home three for the family |
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Watch me, you can catch it live on the Hitachi |
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Poppin' shit like a Nazi, iced out like DeBiase |
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**** that! Liberace, fo'-X Versace, somebody stop me! |
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Never that! SKEE-YU! Where my niggas at? |
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Uptown, uptown, you know you feelin' that |
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Cash rule, hardcore you can dance to |
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That old Biggie give me, One More Chance |
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Take a glance and I'm off with yours |
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With both hands take off my drawers |
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And jerk me like the Source Awards |
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I love hip-hop, I ain't even probably |
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The best lyricist alive |
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Terror Squad, nigga, stop sleepin' |
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(What you say your name was again) |
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(And I know you from where? Elementary school) |
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Niggas wanna be like Pun(I don't know you, man!) |
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But they don't bust they guns |
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And it's so hard |
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(Money, not you again, go that way!) |
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Niggas wanna **** my wife |
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Niggas wanna take my life |
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But it's so hard |
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Yeah, you ain't ****ing my wife, takin' my life |
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And if you just hatin', just walk on by |
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All you haters just walk on by |