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I dare you |
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(Uh, Harlem Underworld) |
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To come against me |
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(Harlem Underworld) |
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I dare you |
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(Black Rob) |
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To defeat me |
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(Watch the whole thing unfold) |
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I dare you |
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(From 100th street) |
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To come for me |
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(To 200th) |
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You won't win |
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(Manhattan) |
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Nigga's got me sittin' on the roof |
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Eye trained, on scope, blessin' 100 proof |
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Hand on toes, 'bout to roast |
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Some kids who flash like they assassins |
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Picked up my dough and b-ked this honey passin' |
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Got the spot on lock |
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Taking flicks around the corner |
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She made it where the spot ain't hot |
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Like a potato, she got five-oh on the payroll |
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They sniffin' yeyo, I don't know what to say, yo |
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There they go in front of the store |
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Dressed in black shit |
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Some like theys are meaner |
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If they be hustlin' back, we'll **** 'em |
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Can't even do one thing, assassinate 'em |
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That's it, that's all, solo |
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Single, no more, no less, stocks rang, yo |
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Money caught one in his Kangol |
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D.O.A. as his man made his run for the door |
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Caught 'em in the 'gaitor shoes his girl probably bought 'em |
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Too bad, Black ain't get the chance to extort him |
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Cuz Nigga's like that don't deserve to live |
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Word the myth |
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And we ain't got no love to give |
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For these drop shots who wanna be down |
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Wanna be clowns, the fail ones |
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I like how all that good shit sounds |
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And I dare one |
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I dare you |
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To come against me |
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I dare you |
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To defeat me |
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I dare you |
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To conquer me |
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You won't win |
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Nigga, I sleigh, you pray, kill that ass uptown |
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Dump yo' bitch ass back around your way |
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When I'm in one of those moods I can give a **** |
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I mean cool, run and bungie jump off the ****in' roof |
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I hear voices calling me, givin' me fits |
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Singing tonight's the night Black Rob, let's write these hits |
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In the halls of death, you get left, I'm in the top 10 |
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Even Rocky trainer and his wife said you can't win |
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Scream battle, but you never fought |
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That's like me sayin' I got five, never ran a full court |
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Stab the devil in his belly, took his Pelle Pelle |
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Blew the spot down and slid straight to the tele |
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I see envious eyes, envious guys, different states |
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Mad we seen 'em, different cake |
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Rob me, tear that asshole out of place |
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Cuz in the end I'm the head case you gotta face |
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And I dare one |
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I dare you |
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To come against me |
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I dare you |
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To defeat me |
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I dare you |
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To conquer me |
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You won't win |
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It feels good not to be dealin' with petty cash |
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Me and D-Dot all we seein' now is ready cash |
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And ready ass, splash in the Jacuzzi |
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Honey from the movies, south notch cutie |
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Used to go to Harrah with D after the homecomin' |
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On my way from Kakalaka |
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Me and Merse was gun running |
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Musta done something all conspicuous |
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Eye of the tiger, I know these cats are sick of this |
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Ridiculous sayin' these cats don't love Black |
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This is Bad Boy, I puttin' it where it 'posed to be at |
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Lemme know where to put your rosary at |
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My enemies, I let 'em get a load of me gat |
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Fine, you don't believe Black real official |
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Playa way, get your ma's cake, and kiss you |
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You leavin', wasn't part of this plan |
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Understand it's all about the Bengi's man |
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And I dare one |
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I dare you |
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To come against me |
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I dare you |
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To defeat me |
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I dare you |
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To conquer me |
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You won't win |
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I dare you |
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To come against me |
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I dare you |
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To defeat me |
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I dare you |
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To come for me |
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You won't win |
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I dare you |
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To come against me |
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I dare you |
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To defeat me |
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I dare you |
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To conquer me |
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You won't win |
