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I make music |
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I consider a challenge |
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Like this here, reminds me of |
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Gilligan's |
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IslandAnd that reminds of |
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Harlem, where my niggaz is whylin' |
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The only borough that was built on an island, woah |
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You fucks probably ain't know, if they cut off the bridges |
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We'd be stuck, forced to live on the island |
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But we gangstas, riders, 9/11 survivors |
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Niggaz still want beef than holla |
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You think you 'bout it, get your piece and holla |
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Squeze the piece when |
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I think it's problems, do you follow? |
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A young, no plane lessons |
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Cocaine lessons, just a plot of towers |
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Before they crashed and divided the towers |
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I'm hurtin', working hard to reprovide the towers, like |
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Bring 'em back up, lift 'em back up |
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Niggaz back up or lift us back up |
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Okay, okay, okay |
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Okay, okay, okay |
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Okay, okay, okay |
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Y'all can't fuck with me, okay |
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Okay, okay, okay |
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Okay, okay, okay |
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Okay, okay, okay |
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Y'all can't fuck with me, okay |
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Now let me hear you say, okay |
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It's Santana the great again, tie him up |
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Bandana his face again |
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I tried to tell 'em it's no escaping the basics |
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And no escaping the hatred and no escaping the matrix man |
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Only Neo is me, no |
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Cleo can see my future |
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If she did |
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I'd shoot her |
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They tried to say the mission was impossible |
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I came through, crew did it, got it poppin' too |
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Two bitches on my side both prostitutes |
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Gray smoke, mobster's suit, yeah, they get it poppin' too |
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I get my ace holes chopped in two, dimes, quarters, rocks in two |
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The fiends cop it too |
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Yeah, look at 'em rockin' two, rockin' boat, rock n' jock |
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Stop and plot, hot a |
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B L D A TFucka, this nigga gotta stop, out of sight, out of mind |
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He gotta go, he out of line |
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Okay, okay, okay |
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Okay, okay, okay |
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Okay, okay, okay |
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Y'all can't fuck with me, okay |
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Okay, okay, okay |
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Okay, okay, okay |
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Okay, okay, okay |
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Y'all can't fuck with me, okay |
