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(feat. Cappadonna, Method Man, Raekwon) |
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[Intro: Raekwon] |
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Fuck ya'll niggaz is talkin' bout? (clack clack-cla-clack clack) |
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Crunchy chump motherfuckas, ya'll niggaz is all pussy |
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That's my word, ya'll know how the realest niggaz is |
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Don't let me tell ya'll again, bitch, straight up |
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I put all this right there, on niggaz in H.T.M.'s son |
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Aiyo, aiyo, aiyo |
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[Chorus: Raekwon] |
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All magazines lit, fly life we live |
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The lingo is to let, ya'll niggaz know, how niggaz rep |
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I'm set, lightin' the purple in a new jet |
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Triflin' work, let's murder everything that move on the set |
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[Method Man] |
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Goin' back to basics, shit you catch case with |
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Style laced with, arsonic, before you taste it |
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Rap matrix, gemini's is two faced it, I heard Rob Based it |
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"Bad boys" retire out the game just like Mase did |
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Dish it out and take it |
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To where I'm bout to go and everybody ain't gon' make it |
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[Raekwon] |
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Blow shipments out the rap shit, clap shit |
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Most of us attack shit, mean Benz, ballin' wit the bad chick |
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Take over, quick fast, violate, slap shit |
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And every borough, state, town, prison, map shit |
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Makeover hoes that blow, they attract dick |
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Shine on my jims, glow, on the low, slap dick |
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To every mean queen clean, keep it black chick |
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My motto, CREAM, green bottle of the phat shit |
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[Chorus x2] |
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[Interlude: Allah Mathematics scratched samples up (Cappadonna)] |
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"Brothers respect mine!" - Raekwon |
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(Uh, uh, what, for real nigga, step the fuck off?) |
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[Cappadonna] |
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Aiyo, Ice Cream, real niggaz in whips |
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Fur coats, Gucci boots and shit, fly honey dip |
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Streets and clips is what we live for, rub on the floor |
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Ox in the jaw, rockin' the four, rugged and raw |
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Righteous and more, we the gliders, the outsiders |
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Killa Bee hivers, the big boy drivers |
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The conivers, the four fivers, survivors |
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We the livest and carry the heaters, coke is in the meters |
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Six to eight seaters, circle the mind readers |
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Pumas, Nikes, and Adidas, hip hop achievers |
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Love hood rats and love divas, love money, love sex |
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Love vets, love weed and love wrecks |
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[Method Man] |
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All in together now, follow me the Method |
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Raw individual, the enemy you slept with |
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No love here, no tender, love and care |
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But M.C.'s, I'm starvin', niggaz best before |
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For consumption, for wack assumption |
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You can catch a bad one or somethin' |
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From shotgun, you know I'm pza-pza-pumpin' |
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Jumpin', thumpin', get crunk and |
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Drunk inside the function |
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+Uncontrolled+ with the +Substance+ |
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+Beneath the Surface+ there's +Redemption+ |
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For Bobby Digital +Supreme Clientele+ convention, +Nigga Please+ |
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+Immobilarity+ they can't breath til they +Blackout!+ |
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I used to write and smoke L's in the crackhouse |
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Pull your wig like a potato then I mash out |
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Check your ego at the door |
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Better wipe your feet before you step me, or it's yourz! |
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[Chorus x2] |
