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[Fat Joe] What would you do if you could do the unbelievable |
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[Kool G Rap] Once you rule the world every girl will want to be with you |
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[Big Pun] First I get the money then I get the power |
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[B-Real] B-Real of the hill eliminate the guitars |
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[Verse 1: B-Real] |
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Thinkin' of takin' a plane |
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to take a flight out to the red light |
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and smuggle 10 pounds of ****** |
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make it home tonight |
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be the number 1 smuggler in the area |
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got enough ****** to fill up and air craft carrier |
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erb slanger, Hasila Incorporated |
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state to state and over seas gettin' faded |
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buddah king had seen the green proton |
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I'm bringing it on right back home to Don |
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many different strains of erb in my brain |
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I'm slippin' through customs in my hydro plane |
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skunk and the one chocolate ty bud |
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******z lets get high in the sky hit the blunts |
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and the bongs, fill up the lungs, ******z don't stop |
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fools get sprung when they get there smoked up for crops |
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like gettin' props, where all the soldiers in the board |
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yo what would you do if the world was yours. |
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[Chorus] |
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[Kool G Rap] What would you do if you could do the unbelievable |
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[Big Pun] Once you rule the world every girl would want to be with you |
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[B-Real] First I get the money then I get the power |
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[Fat Joe] Joey crack twist the caps enemys I devour |
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[Verse 2: Fat Joe] |
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Yo it's only a dream 16 battin' Beamers and Benz's |
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lying penance with diamonds ill as lacin' in a face with avengances |
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having blocks on in the lava parts dome |
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my mankind with crime is how you ******ne if you can't rhyme |
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dime droppers will give ya fad time if you sleep |
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but momma single be mastera heater on city streets |
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in the east I be known as Don Cartegena |
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claimin' the (?) like (?) |
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lacin' the china wit Menida |
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to seller need repeater or be a leader |
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like a preacher or presume a steeper |
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peep the ******t that I be on, sippin' Don |
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until I'm drunk with a million in my trunk like Nikki Vons |
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come on I be the top extortionist |
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adopt adopted foster kids right out the mutha******' orphanage |
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yea, I do it for the youth, I'm livin' proof |
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all my peeps in the streets know I speak the truth. |
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[Chorus] |
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[Big Pun] What would you do if you could do the unbelievable |
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[B-Real] Once you rule the world every girl would want to be with you |
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[Fat Joe] First ya get the money then you get the power |
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[Kool G Rap] G Rap bustin' the gats slangin' last by every hour |
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[Verse 3: Kool G Rap] |
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No doubt, |
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I be the crime story of all ghetto territorys |
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soldiers at war be blowin' up ******z like glory |
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with pharmasoticle lavatorys |
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major to chemistry, PHD in streetology |
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degree in drug industry |
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combinin' H²O with matter from crack batter |
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rest it through molecules scatter |
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launchin' rockets to make the pocket fatter |
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mind bitin' an arm starts a crime |
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G equals and MC dat aint near the ****** son I gets mine |
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but yo the kill the fill with force fields and ******elds |
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and holy steel, a ****** keep it real |
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you know the deal, if the stakes ain't to high for me to grab |
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I got's to have, stack all the cabbage |
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from constructin' a drug traffic |
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police a jam me in try to find a new pot to frame me in |
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Aramians so I resort the evil thoughts like Damien |
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this flame of fury to the D-A and the jury |
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100 grand the judges hammer slams I'm a free man. |
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[Chorus] |
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[B-Real] What would you do if you could do the unbelievable |
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[Fat Joe] Once you rule the world every girl would want to be with you |
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[Kool G Rap] First ya get the money then you get the power |
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[Big Pun] Big Pun's the same son bustin' my guns for the Dollars |
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[Verse 4: Big Pun] |
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Yo, I'm walkin' waters |
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spit fire and ******t Häagen-Dazs |
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idolize no man like Conan and stand beside the guards |
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be larger than life, twice as nice as ya idol |
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pump you with pride, then guide you str8 to hell like the bible |
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I'm lible to start manipulatin' minds infiltratin' clown |
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'm out the pitfalls of life entice with nickle plated nine |
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it seems every time I'm dream I'm in a nigh******are of fiend |
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livin' a world of mothers and queens and men would fight fare |
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[Fat Joe: Hell Yea!] I wish I could, I wish I could |
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never forget this whole damn world aint ******t I'm just a hood |
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yo I change my life make my wife and get the chance for the pain |
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and physical abuse, give her back her best years |
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grab my chest hairs, pound my fist on the hard cement |
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spark the scent, and cloud the sky till my heart's content |
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repent and vow she be forgiven |
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how could we be proud to live in a world |
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which condems man, child, to women |
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child to women. |