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[Verse 1]
[Refrain]
[Verse 2]
[Hook]
[Outro](AZ)
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[00:10.93]Fake thug, no love
[00:11.97]You get the slug CB4 Gusto
[00:13.77]Your luck low, I didn't know 'til I was drunk though
[00:16.08]You freak niggas played out, get fucked and ate out
[00:18.68]Prostitute turned bitch, I got the gauge out
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[00:26.78]Dipped attache, jump out the Range, empty out the ashtray
[00:29.66]A glass of 'ze makin' mad Cassius Clay
[00:32.12]Red dot plots, murder schemes, thirty-two shotguns
[00:34.72]Regulate with my Dunns
[00:36.19]Seventeen rocks gleam from one ring 17
[00:37.89]They let me let y'all niggas know one thing
[00:40.14]There's one life, one love, so there can only be one King
[00:42.85]The highlights of living, Vegas-style roll dice in linen
[00:45.64]Antera spinning on Millenniums
[00:47.76]Twenty G bets I'm winning 'em
[00:49.30]Threats I'm sending em
[00:50.51]Lex with TV sets the minimum Lexus
[00:52.21]Ill sex adrenaline
[00:53.72]Party with villains
[00:54.78]A case of Demi-Sec to chase the Henny
[00:56.47]Wet any clique, with the semi-tech who want it
[00:58.92]Diamonds I flaunt it, chicken heads flock - I lace em
[01:01.57]Fried broiled with basil, taste 'em, crack the legs
[01:04.28]Way out of formation it's horizontal how I have em
[01:06.74]Fuckin' me in the Benz wagon
[01:08.38]Can it be Vanity from Last Dragon
[01:10.93]Grab your gun, it's on though
[01:12.39]Shit is grimy, real niggas buck in broad daylight
[01:15.48]With the broke Mac it won't spray right
[01:17.43]Don't give a fuck who they hit as long as the drama's lit
[01:20.28]Yo, overnight thugs bug cause they ain't promised shit
[01:23.18]Hungry-ass hooligans stay on that piranha-shit
[01:42.11][01:36.79][01:31.45][01:26.09]I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death
[01:44.95][01:39.25][01:34.00][01:28.59]I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin'
[01:48.02]I peeped you frontin'
[01:49.13]I was in the Jeep sunk in the seat
[01:50.93]Tinted with heat, beats bumpin'
[01:52.47]Across the street you was wilding
[01:54.12]Talkin' bout how you ran the Island in '89
[01:56.37]Laying up, playin' the yard with crazy shine
[01:58.57]I cocked a baby 9, that nigga gravy be mine
[02:00.92]Clanked him
[02:01.77]What was he thinkin' on my corner when it's pay me time?
[02:03.71]Dug 'em, you owe me cousin something told me plug him
[02:06.46]So dumb, felt my leg burn then it got numb
[02:09.20]Spun around and shot one
[02:10.36]Heard shots and dropped son
[02:11.91]Caught a hot one, somebody take this biscuit 'fore the cops come
[02:14.67]Then they came asking me my name, what the fuck
[02:17.52]I got stitched up and went through
[02:19.28]Left the hospital that same night, what
[02:21.07]Got my gat back, time to backtrack
[02:23.02]I had the drop so how the fuck I get clapped
[02:25.22]Black was in the jeep watching, all he seen speed by
[02:27.82]was a brown Datsun, and yo nobody in my hood got one
[02:31.06]That clown nigga's through, blazin' at his crew daily
[02:33.76]The Bridge touched me up severely, hear me Queensbridge
[02:35.83]So when I rhyme it's sincerely yours
[02:37.98]Be lightin' L's sipping Coors on all floors in project halls
[02:41.43]Contemplatin' war niggas I was cool with before
[02:44.19]We used to score together, Uptown copping the raw
[02:46.89]But a, a thug changes and love changes
[02:49.68]And best friends become strangers, word up
[03:09.19][03:03.53][02:58.26][02:52.67]Y'all know my steelo
[03:11.49][03:06.09][03:00.72][02:55.31]There ain't an army that could strike back
[03:12.72]Thug niggas
[03:15.17]Yo, to them thug niggas getting it on in the world you know Yo，
[03:19.07]To them niggas that's locked down
[03:21.12]Doing they thing surviving yaknowmsaying
[03:23.91]To my thorough niggas New York and World wide
[03:27.21]Yo to the Queensbridge Militia
[03:29.86]'96 shit, The Firm clique
[03:34.41]Illmatic nigga It Was Written though
[03:37.76]It's been a long time coming
[03:41.81]Y'all fake niggas, trying to copy
[03:43.31]Better come with the real though
[03:45.65]Fake ass niggas yo
[03:47.70](They throw us slugs we throwing em back, what)
[03:50.05]Bring the shit man, live man
[03:51.49](Fuck that son, word up)
[03:52.69]Nine-six shit 1996
[03:53.69][Produced by Trackmasters]
[03:54.69]sampled from  Sting - Shape of My Heart