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Yo, Saturday night, uptown |
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Ridin' past |
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Kansas fried chicken |
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What's poppin' kid? we in the mix |
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It's chilly forty below |
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Gate's closed gotta catch |
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Dr. J'sBlowin' my hand, rub on my nose |
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Tap the glass, stop frontin' duke, fresh pair of jeans |
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Look I got loot, eleven in the bass boots |
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Heard a screech pull up, these jukes flashed me five pictures |
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One had my man's mug, semi stepped brother hugs |
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You asked the wrong guy son |
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I'm from Melina, yeah we know |
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Mr. ColesFlew in two days ago to see his fam' |
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But we been watchin' you, crazily |
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The whole |
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Staten island shittin' on you |
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Wisdom bird's pregnant out in paisley |
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Hold up snow in your ear, fresh baldie tried to change up |
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Not trunk today, still lookin' fly, still slammed up hung |
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Your mom pop in your trunk, slow your pace |
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Starks fixed your face, copped out the six, five years probat' |
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You dealin' with a lot of science, motherfucker we're watchin' you |
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Make me wanna lick shots at you |
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You disgust me, screwin' me down, grab my gun |
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Go 'head bust me, heard you hate juke that's what it must be |
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Hands behind your back, spread your legs |
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Just found a roach in your tray |
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It's not mine fucker, what |
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I saidYou met the thirteenth nigga |
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A multi million dollar operation is based upon it yo |
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Where's the hell's the riza? |
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He's sellin' mics, wildest joints |
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Special made to go up in your hand and which went out on point |
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Switched to the next scene, |
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I'm at the crib buggin' out |
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On how po' live, hatin' plus harassin' the kid |
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Park the truck in the double face garage |
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Dial one nine hundred raekwon, tell the |
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God, shit's mega |
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Reel flashin' me on bet, planet groove, rap city news |
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N double A |
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