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I remove your roof ************* let the sun *************ne in |
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Thirty-eight waist, enough to put one nine in |
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Really a thirty-six without the gun I'm thin |
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but when the gat is tucked, I'm fat as ************* |
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Ignorant bastard, I'm takin it back to day one |
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No kids, but trust me I know how to raise a gun |
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For *************z that think I spend my days in the sun |
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well here's the shock of your life, the glock not the mic |
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Homey I'm not into hype; trust me, I'm still street |
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You still ****** up then trust me I still creep |
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Yeah I know the platinum chain be lookin real sweet |
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but reach and I bury *************z sixty feet deep |
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S dot Carter turn rappers into martyrs |
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Seperate fathers from they daughters, why bother |
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I'm a crook like you, I took like you |
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I disobeyed the law threw out the book like you |
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How dare you look at Jigga like I'm shook like boo |
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I keep the fifth with me *************, come and get me.. |
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COME AND GET ME! |
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[*gong sounds*] Ka-ka-ka-ka-ka-ka-ka-come.. |
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[*bell rings*] COME AND GET ME! Ka-ka-ka-COME AND GET ME! .. |
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[*bell rings*] COME AND GET ME! Ka-ka-ka.. |
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[*bell rings*] .. Ka-ka-ka-ka-come |
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[*bell rings*] .. come and get me COME AND GET ME |
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[Jay-Z] |
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Don't know what y'all *************z is |
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tryin to do but I don't like it |
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Yeah, straight gangster *************t |
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Heyyyy, uh-huh-uh-uhh gangster *************t |
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Uhh, straight gangster ************* |
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Roc.. |
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Yo, your summer's bout to get hot |
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*************z home from jail and they plottin |
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Heard about the watch, the Bentley hard-top |
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The Continental T, got em resentin me |
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God I work hard, please don't envy me |
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I paid the cost to be the boss to floss this hard |
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I can recall a year ago I almost lost this job |
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All y'all remember is the part about me parkin the hog |
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What about all them days I was walkin my dogs? |
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Barkin at broads, but they never hollered back |
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And if they did all they said was, 'Where dem dollaz at?' |
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Imagine, bein skinny growin up around broader cats |
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The quiet assassin demeanor of them college cats |
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until I got a gat and loudly start poppin back |
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Round the way, *************z called me Bobby Bouchete |
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Now all I hear is whispers of what you gon' do to Jay |
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How y'all gon' stick me up, take my jewels away |
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Pull out your gat, car jack me take my cruise away |
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Well I got news for y'all fools today, hey.. |
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[Chorus: Jay-Z] |
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I got, shots to give come and get me ************* |
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Y'all wanna rob the kid? Come and get me ************* |
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I won't, part with this come and get me ************* |
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I worked, hard for this come and get me ************* |
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I got, shots to give, COME AND GET ME.. |
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COME AND GET ME.. |
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[Jay-Z] |
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I made it so, you could say Marcy and it was all good |
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I ain't crossover I brought the suburbs to the hood |
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Made em relate to your struggle, told em bout your hustle |
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Went on MTV with do-rags, I made them love you |
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You know normally them people wouldn't be ****** witchu |
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Til I made em understand why you do what you do |
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I expected to hear, 'Jay, if it wasn't for you..' |
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But instead, all I hear is buzzin in your crew |
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How y'all scheamin, tryin to get accustomed to my moves |
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So y'all could tape my mouth, stake out my house |
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But I got pride I'm a ************* first |
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I gotta ************* back and pull the trigger first |
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That's how Jigga work |
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The funny thing; I represent y'all everytime I spit a verse |
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and that's the *************t that hurts |
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But hey, I got my mind right, got my nine right here |
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So when y'all feel that the time is right.. |
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[Chorus] |
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[Jay-Z] |
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Aiy yo yo, aiy yo yo |
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It's only fair that I warn ya, rap's my new hustle |
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I'm treatin it like the corner, ************* with me if you wanna |
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My game change but my mindframe remains the same |
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I gotta protect what's mine |
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*************t I started from nothin; zero, zip |
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I made my way hustlin, I don't owe *************z *************t |
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I'm paranoid now, so I keep the gun gripped |
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Cats I played skelly with? *************z done flipped |
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I keep a banger in the ankle, one in the hip |
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Two in the stash, one come up when I *************ft |
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I keep one under the chair where I sit |
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I even got a gun in the hair in the bun of my ************* |
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Ask Big; everytime he'd come to my crib |
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he'd find another gun that I hid |
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I'm ready to make this one of the, hottest summer there is |
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Everyday like a hundred-and-six.. *************t.. |
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[Chorus 2X] |
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[Jay-Z] |
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Mother******s! |
