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[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks] |
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Ten years later tens feel like change |
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Take cover muthafuckers gon' feel my rage |
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Shit I'm droppin all this heavy |
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Bought a real life plane |
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In 50 cities, bet they get the steel like james |
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I get silly, everything cool calm I'm witty |
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Mean a knock half off coupon ya feel me? |
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These bitches on call they could have a ball |
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Ego so tall make my haters look small |
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Teterboro boy, truckin' when the snow fall |
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He's no lover boy, fuck em' till they toes curl |
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Got your later rob, but you can have her back |
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She ain't' got no job and I won't have her back |
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Euro keying (Euro King), European (you're a peon), in my habitat. catch a contact |
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Steaming on that magic pack. this the coolest nigga breathing |
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Not the average rap. Money stacks thirty evenings, back to back! |
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[Hook:] |
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Let the reign begin, we came here to spin |
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And I'm riding benz, you can bring your friends |
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Here we go again, I just met shorty tonight and we fuckin' |
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I don't even know her name but her body off the chain |
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And I'm trying to show her something |
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I'm a' end this champaign and throw all this money up in the sky like it's nothing |
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[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks] |
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There's a master mind behind these eyes. Sure thing, knew I'd make it back in 95' |
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94' 93' maybe 92' nigga we ain't even, you couldn't tie my shoe |
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Frozen neck, fuck respect... |
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Loaded tech, no respect for the rival crew |
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Times is hard and you strugglin' nothing I can do |
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Survive or get slaughtered by somebody's boo |
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You couldn't leave me, I switch gears easy |
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My chick look like a model and your chick... |
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I don't plan on falling back, you got the 6 still see me |
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Options in every city, in case a chick try to tease me |
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I'm killing in the worst way, drilling on the first day |
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Mami said she shoot, I'm a' hit it till she squirt (hey!) |
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Since my first days, Polo what my shirt says |
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Now look at all this cake, it's starting to feel like my birthday |
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[Hook] |
