| Dipset, Skeme, Let’s get it poppin
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| Told niggas 3 verses ago ya not fuckin wit me
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| (Verse 1 40 Cal)
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| Look, I’m no argue critic I spark the biscuit
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| That’ll throw back more caps than starter fitteds
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| I’m from Harlem, Lenox where cars a kitted
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| Where niggas a borrow ya gun just to rob you wit it
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| See you could put out ya DVDs to help yo ass
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| But it’s like a mobile home cause ya trailer trash
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| Thats why I sell work and melt the bags
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| Cause the dimes so big it’s lookin like Alka Seltzer tabs
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| And the customers know that ya bubblin slow
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| Before the movie I been had hustle and flow
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| That’s why I double my dough and keepin my game tight
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| Shoppin spree cop a key re-up the same night
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| Yo Killa I don’t think they readin my name right
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| Cause it don’t take a genius to see that i’m way nice
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| I pop, pop, pop that thing
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| When I rhyme call me the rewind that king
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| Wit a combat swing and a nine that bling
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| I get signed by fall and drop by spring
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| (Chorus)
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| What, What, What you wanna talk about
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| What, What, What you wanna talk about |
| We see em (Where) We leavin (Yea)
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| He schemin he be beastin
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| Heard he kill people we believe em
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| Oh shit he’s reachin (Get down)
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| It goes, Click Clack What you wanna talk about
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| Click Clack What you wanna talk about
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| Click Clack What you wanna talk about
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| Don’t make me call you out and have my niggas chalk it out
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| You know I stay on the grind I ain’t never late
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| I handle mine when it’s time I don’t hesitate
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| So when you see that long nine you better skate
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| Bottom line i’m here to get mines so get the record straight
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| They rock expensive necklaces 600 Benz’s and Lexus'
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| You don’t understand what the messege is
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| We roll out and swerve lanes huned thousand on the bird chain
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| Nigga it’s Purple City Byrd Gang
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| Yea i hope you heard man what i’m talkin bout
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| Eagle surroundin you get back when the hawk is out
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| Me im what New York is about
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| Ain’t no singin here the king is here
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| Cling to ya chair imma do my thing this year
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| So much bling in here it might hurt ya eyes
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| I’m the first to ride my gangsta is certified
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| I’m on point like a hollow tip |
| My niggas swallow Crist you wanna get money then dummy follow this
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| (Chorus)
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| We see em (Where) We leavin (Yea)
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| He schemin he be beastin
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| Heard he kill people we believe em
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| Oh shit he’s reachin (Get down)
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| It goes, Click Clack What you wanna talk about (Nuffin)
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| Click Clack What you wanna talk about (Nuffin)
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| Click Clack What you wanna talk about (Yea)
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| Don’t make me call you out and have my niggas chalk it out
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| (Verse 3 40 Cal)
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| Look, I’ll put you in a body cast Glad lock body bag
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| Laugh and probably brag that’s how I lolly gag
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| I’m the truth with no polygraph shotty blast
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| Spaz and skate wit ya ice wit no hockey mask
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| I play Jason Diddy bop wit my cocky ass
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| The dime on the block more brolic than Oxy pads
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| Thats the punchline they comin like boxin jabs
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| Some niggas like 40 got an adoption swag
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| Niggas see me play follow the rapper
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| Go to the store and cop them a bottle of swagger
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| Ma next time you see a nigga holla’n at ya
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| Don’t need a oxygen mask to realize that he gassed ya
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| Up like his life real a couple of ice grills a get a nigga hit wit the truck |
| wit the spike grill, ILL
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| I give a fuck how ya life feel
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| All i’m worried bout is blood fuckin up the nice wheels, chill |