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Jay! Fuck that, this is it right here baby! |
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You know what it is |
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Yo, I used to have bad luck, now you might see me in a Jag truck |
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Mad stuck, either with a dime or a bad duck |
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Double-R T with the matchin' bandanna |
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38-snub blue steel with no hammer |
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And I see y'all niggaz tryin' to glance at the 'Kiss |
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'Cause I walk around with your whole advance on my wrist |
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Phonin' your women, drunk off Corona's and lemon |
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And you know I'm still writin' the mean, lightin' the green |
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I need to boogie, even though I look, right in the beam |
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Judge find out it's my team, he boost they bails |
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Niggaz throw us on they album, try to boost they sales |
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We put our pies on the table and our eyes on a label |
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'Cause them rednecks up in the mountains'll try to slay you |
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They call me Raspy, tell you what I want you to know |
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Fuck what you ask me, you probably don't, want me to blow |
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I got a lot of horsepower so I'm able to skip |
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Usually a good nigga, even though I'm able to flip |
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You pay 30 for the 'Kiss, a 100 for The L.O.X. |
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And if we cool, then I write a hook for a drop |
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Whatever's in the bank is my bet, a Z-bull's my pet |
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And you can bet he'll get the legs and the neck |
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Aiyyo, yo when my gun bust, send niggaz to the fish like Swanson |
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New York's youngest Bumpy Johnson, I put fear in y'all heads |
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Sheik Luc', type of nigga gasoline y'all beds |
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And that's warnin', if you all alive in the mornin', that's fine |
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Now I suggest you hit the block and get what's rightfully mine |
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I want PC, see me? Tuck in your chains |
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I got niggaz my pop's age that lifestyle ain't changed |
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It's like wake up, move a brick, half of it slow |
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Make car money, check with Sheik, go fuck with a hoe |
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I rock a waist length mink, do-rag under my fitted |
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And I don't even want waves, Timbs be halfway new |
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That's Sheik in the dress-up club 'cause I don't fuck with shoes |
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And for my nigga's life, I swear to the Bible, let it be told |
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I put thirty in your head, all in the same hole |
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'Cause we got the same goal, and you try an' tamper with mine? |
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Don't make me motherfuckin' leave you with some shit in your spine |
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Fuck with me you be a was nigga, nigga was dope |
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Nigga was gettin' money 'fore I extorted your coke, 'ju crazy? |
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Aiyyo, catch me with a thirty-eight, box and shells |
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In a ninety-eight Lincoln eatin' pasta shells |
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Order to go, always got a box of L's |
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Blow, stay on the low, get a Heine' and swig |
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I'm Pinero, so I hate a snake, rat, or a pig |
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I pop shit 'cause I'm the second best, the first was B.I.G. |
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Y'all niggaz is son-ned out, let me speak to your father |
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'Cause I like to play chess and I swing the revolver |
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If I don't like a nigga, I don't even be bothered |
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I spit, I'm just a crooked nigga goin' legit |
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You hold your nine if you holdin' a brick |
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Common sense, Fed drama, you hit the Bahamas, get bent |
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L.O.X. get respect like Sonny from 'Bronx Tale' |
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Us and DMX, the Ruff Ryder cartel |
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Thirsty to live, are y'all niggaz eager to die? |
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I tell all my niggaz ride, you won't leave with a dime, motherfucker |
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I'm a monster, I sleep whole winters, wake up and spit summers |
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Ghetto nigga, puttin' up Will Smith numbers |
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Surrounded by 6's and Hummers, bitches among us |
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Tryin' not to let this bullshit become us |
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It started from hunger, till it all went insane |
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Now bitches notice the chains now that I hit my number |
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The chickens I twisted see the digits unlisted |
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The beeper done changed, you dead bitch, the Reaper done came |
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I suggest niggaz stop speakin' my name |
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'Cause trust me, y'all can still feel the heat in the rain |
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I keep creepin', streets keep watchin', I keep poppin' |
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Niggaz is hot heads and the bullets is heat-seekin' |
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Jay flow for pesos, chase hoes not |
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I just circle 'round the block in a drop |
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Tell them jump through the top |
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Where the sun roof used to be, I could see y'all not used to me |
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Nigga flows like none other, I'm the meanest |
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Toughest Don Dada, the gun butcher |
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You the type that bust a lot of shots and none touch ya |
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I'm the type that get excited, when the gun touch ya motherfuckers |
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Y'all niggaz 'bout to witness a dynasty like no other |
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I'm headed nowhere fast run in the place, gat in my waist |
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Niggaz wanted a taste, but wouldn't come to my face |
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So what that mean? You cats is playin' games again |
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So now what I do? Start namin' names again, what? |
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All you motherfuckers know, that I speak from the heart |
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Play like you don't know, L.O.X. is gon' bark |
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We can take it there, but to make it fair, get some more niggaz |
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Styles, Sheik, Jay, we comin' with like four niggaz, aight |
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Y'all niggaz, best to stop playin', it'll be the ones you forgotten about |
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That'll get you shot in your mouth, got my dogs covered |
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Plus it's all gravy like chicken when it's smothered, what? |
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'It's Dark,' and I love it, get him boy, let him loose, c'mon |
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You want it with the dog? Get a gun, let him shoot, c'mon |
