| Yeah
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| (I'll never betray you)
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| Mmm, mmm, mmm
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| (I love you baby)
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| I love you baby
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| I met her Uptown on Dyckman, aight then
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| Talkin that, how she only dealt with businessmen
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| Niggas baggin joints, money off and on the books
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| The ones who stand firm like ain’t, nuttin shook
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| About them, I doubt them cats waitin for me
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| You know them niggas, them big dudes across the street
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| She say, «Yeah, they from over on Mayfair»
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| Bullets from out of nowhere, told her to stay there and duck down
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| I hit the ground but managed to pull a piece out
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| This bitch over there with them pointin the chief out
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| They want beef out here, they gon' get it
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| In the worst way, I’mma show em how Black play
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| Roll the dice, fuckin with me is like snake eyes
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| I break guys, sit back and watch my cake rise
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| It’s all about the Benjamins, true that be the motto
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| Ran out of ammo and started, throwin bottles
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| Runnin, and I ain’t lookin back for shit
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| Crooked ass bitch, today I get you back for this
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| (I'll get you back)
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| I love you baby No you don’t
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| You drive me crazy That’s right
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| I’ll never betray thee Uhh
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| I love you baby C’mon
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| Yo since the last altercation I been on the street
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| Seein honey at the club every week and not speak
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| I’mma rock that ass to sleep before I strike
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| I ain’t know the real deal until last night
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| How, one of them brothers was locked with Babe Bro
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| Used to call my crib from C-Seventy-Four
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| Kick rhymes over the phone for hours he had the jack
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| Babe bro told him, 'You wanna get money, see Black
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| When you get home', we never had chance to get up
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| And wouldn’t have, if his gun had left me hit up
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| He’d explain how his whole crew was slappin honey
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| Besides all that, she owed them cats a lot of money
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| Funny how it’s a small world, baby girl
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| Youse about to get fucked with no gel
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| I’mma sit back and watch this cake finish bakin
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| And plan your extermination, word
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| It took a while to peep your style, Miss I-B-M-workin
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| Low profile single, house in Staten Island
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| And Manhattan while, them same cats
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| You sent to get me boo, is on they to get you
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| Fuckin' witchu, that small time crack dealin' nigga
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| He a bitch too, they gon' bust his shit too
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| Shit’s real, you think you gonna set me up
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| And get away scot free without some type of injury
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| Nah kill it, I’mma flip the script on you
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| Same thing you did to me, I’mma do it to you
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| Who knew she was the female Rambo
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| Fill one of they chest with four soon as he came in the door
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| Life is out, snuffed all they mans and
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| In the end, she had to be the Last Bitch Standin'
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| Not for long the buck the forty-four strong
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| Just like that she was gone, now it’s over
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| Assumin' I’ll go back to my everyday life
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| Of a rich millionaire just rockin' the mic
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| Gotta pause, and think about honey no doubt
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| And admire how the chick went out |