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[Chorus:] |
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As time goes by, an eye for an eye |
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We in this together son your beef is mines |
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So long as the sun shines to light up the sky |
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We in this together son your beef is mines |
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[Chorus] |
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[Verse One: Prodigy] |
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Let me start from the beginning, at the top of the list |
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KnowhatI'mean? Have a situation like this |
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Another war story from a thirsty young hustler |
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Won't trust ya, I'd rather bust ya, and leave your corpse |
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for the cops to discover, while I be dippin in the Range Rover |
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All jewelled like Liberace |
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You watch me while Jakes tryin to knock me and lock me |
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But I'll be on the low sippin Asti Spumante |
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Niggaz try to creep on the side of my jeep |
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Stuck the heat through the window rocked they ass to sleep |
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Over a 3-pack, it was a small thing really yeah |
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but keep lettin them small things slide and be a failure |
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If I'm out of town one of my crew'll take care of ya |
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The world is ours and your team's inferior |
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You wanna bust caps I get, all up in your area |
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Kidnap your children make the situation scarier |
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Life is a gamble, we scramble for money |
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I might crack a smile but ain't a damn thing funny |
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I'm caught up in the dirt where your hands get muddy |
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Plus the outcome turns out to be lovely |
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Got G's in my pocket hit off my main squeeze |
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Push back, the sunroof, let the cold air breeze |
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through the butter soft leather upholestry |
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But mostly, keep the gat closely, cuz niggaz wanna toast me |
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[Verse Two: Havoc] |
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Yo I gotta get mines, no matter what the con-sequences |
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Count up my blessings, add up my weapons |
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Cock back the gat and let my nine serve purpose |
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Sling do my thing organize fiend servants |
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Tryin to make a mil is stress you know the deal |
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So we sling drills get your cap peeled, cuz everything is real |
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cuz I wanna chill, laid up in a jacuzzi |
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Sippin bubbly, with my fingers on the uzi |
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Try to infiltrate my fort get caught |
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dead up in New York, my brain is packed with criminal thoughts |
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Get your life lost never found again my friend |
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Mission completed, watch you drop in less than ten |
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On my road to the riches, hittin snitches off with mad stitches |
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Your last restin place'll be a ditch kid |
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No one can stop me try your style's sloppy |
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Want to be me, you're just an imitation copy |
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My theme is all about making the green |
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Livin up in luxury, pushin phat whips and livin comfortably |
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[Chorus] |
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[Verse Three: Nas] |
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A drug dealer's dream |
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Stash CREAM keys on a triple beam |
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Five hundred SL green, ninety-five nickle gleam |
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Condominium, thug dressed like a gentleman |
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Tailor made ostrich, Chanel for my women friend |
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Murderin, numbers on your head while I'm burglarin |
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Shank is servin em, whassup to all my niggaz swervin in |
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New York metropolis, the Bridge brings apocalypse |
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Shoot at the clouds feels like, the holy beast is watchin us |
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Mad man my sanity is goin like an hourglass |
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Gun inside my bad hand I sliced tryin to bag grams |
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I got hoes that used to milk you |
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Niggaz who could've killed you |
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Is down with my ill crew of psychoes |
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Nas Escobar movin on your weak production |
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Pumpin corruption in the third world we just bustin |
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[Verse Four: Raekwon the Chef] |
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Hold up and analyze the wildcats slang cracks |
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they swing an axe, the new routines, be my eyes black's |
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playin corners glancin all up in your cornea |
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Corner ya, seen cats snatch monies up on ya |
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But late night, candlelight fiend with a crack right |
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It's only right, feelin higher than an airplane right |
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Word yo, I want to get this money then blow |
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Take my time, blast a nine, if you front you go |
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Sip beers, the German ones, hand my guns to sons |
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Shaolin, and Queensbridge we robbin niggaz for fun |
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But still, write my will out to my seeds then build |
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Mahalia sing a tale but the real we still kill |
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[Chorus 2X] |
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[Outro: Raekwon] |
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Uhhh |
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Lay back |
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Word up, just bless em |
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with the bulletproof |
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Mobb Deep, Nas, Chef creation |
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for your nation |
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Yeah |
