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Uhh, yeah, uhh, uhh, uhh |
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It's a Queens thing (uhh, uhh) |
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Too fly, word up |
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Khadafi, the next life, yeah, Thug Paradise |
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No doubt, check me out, yeah, yeah |
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Aiyyo Son let me let me put you on to what happened |
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how it went down check it (tell me Son, word up) |
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Yo, TV's in the headrest, Sega entertainment |
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Pushed the Lex Land on the way to my arraignment |
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D.A. got a witness, lawyer can't explain it |
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Face the judge, on some money maintain ******t |
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Black Ceasar, hundred grand on the Visa |
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Took the stand, suddenly, caught amnesia |
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Found him in the warehouse, tied in the freezer |
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That's the life of a thug when he hold heaters |
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Willies, up North, turn to ****** beaters |
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Sendin flicks to any ****** that'll feed us |
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360 ways with the shell-top Adidas |
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The Black Jesus, Lebanon, remain calm |
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Rock and stay green, sippin on Don |
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Arabic link, Cartier on the arm |
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****** fresh off work release, Hercules |
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****** ****** the deez, we blazin trees |
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Capone bag the keys, let's move like a gypsy |
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It's hot out here, relocate to Poughkeepsie |
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Feds play the roof in the hood try to hit me |
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Snakes on the block wanna sip Mo' wit me |
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The life of a thug wasn't made right |
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When I die leave a bottle of Don, by the gravesite |
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The tombstone let the record show I was sinnin |
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Lay me in the earth with the Armani linen |
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*chorus* |
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All my convicts, livin on the edge of life |
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Criminal type thugs who love to pull a heist |
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We move sheist, livin in these days of trife |
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Rockin four carat ice, in Thug Paradise |
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Thug Paradise, yeah, yo, yo, yeah, yo |
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In Thug Paradise |
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One for the money, two for the villainous streets |
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from Willies holdin millions, foreala with no feelin |
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******t, my resident, Q-B settlement |
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Hit him on the hill, Jake wonder where the medal went |
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Jump in the Ac-u-ra, then blast a trey |
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Pour this A for those who passed away |
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My whole click ******nin like a diamond |
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While on Riker's Island, fake ******z eat a ****** rhymin |
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Mighty chrome we got a song |
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Capone-N-Noreaga's on, we try to touch like a flip phone |
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I sip on Porter while you get extorted |
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to single, illegal life stick you, I hope the world bought it |
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Yeah no doubt |
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Capone-N-Noreaga |
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*chorus* |
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Yo ******z broad daylight, woke up, early in mornin |
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Gettin even breaths, my team'll grab heat |
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Bust the fonta leaf, then roll up, some Sweets |
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they was on since yesterday night, Dunn got bucked |
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in his windpipe, we'll go to war until you pre-write |
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Pick tight, can stick to guns in a gunfight |
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Yo lots of diamonds, the new millenium was promised |
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Black comments, we tryin to squash that big |
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But ******z get hard-headed, filled wit leaded |
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****** around and get deaded, now for wetted |
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God set it, automatic |
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Yeah me you face these ******z starvin |
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General of rap swarmin |
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Acousiastic, attract with the glock plastic |
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Move quickly, switch rides to Poughkeepsie |
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Black tipsy, but tell me, destiny |
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Move quickly, stickheads, be tryin to stick me |
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You mad morbid, but it's a planet out of orbit |
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Can't absorb it, but tell me, you all for it |
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Can't call it, my defense'll make you forfeit |
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Son you quit ****** wit Iraq ****** |
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The General hoe, create my own chrome like y'all vote |
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Blast it too, and plus it take two, now know |
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*chorus* |
