| You I’m from New York
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| And connected with my down south niggas
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| Here this year
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| My nigga rap bone came to tear the club up
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| Yo my nigga chock came to tear the club up
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| My nigga joelle came to tear the club up
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| And this shit here should get all the thugs up
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| It’s for (the money makers)
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| What (the booty shakers)
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| Yea (my real niggas)
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| And fuck who (the playa haters)
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| Yea (the move fakers)
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| Ha (the immitaters)
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| Yo this is for who (the money makers)
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| Yea (the booty shakers)
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| Ha (my real niggas)
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| Yo and fuck who (the playa haters)
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| Yea (the move fakers)
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| And the motherfucking (immitaters)
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| (Rap Bone)
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| Now where I’m from these niggas dobn’t pimp they pro
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| Nautica shirts game hats
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| And nice sweats
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| And litle niggas got through the mall like packs of wild animals
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| Anticipating the showdown
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| In my town
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| Pretty (?) bitches get fucked
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| Then they stock just drop
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| They rpops go bankrupt
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| So tell me who’s pimping heartless
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| From Jacksonville to Charlotte
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| I got some (?) goddesses
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| On our twenty, many
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| A late lonely night
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| We coming back from some hype shit
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| Like FreakNik
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| Possibly Daytona
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| Chilling with hook dogs
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| Smelling the aroma
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| Drinking wine, from 1989
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| I’m blinding in the dinette set
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| And let the sunlight shine
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| Making vows to remain for ill and tight
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| Throughout all space and time
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| So from here to 19 ninety something
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| My word is as money
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| I hate to hear my real niggas hungry
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| So I’m going to represent with my shit
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| And hit the public
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| All types of angles
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| Strangling niggas
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| With electric car wire
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| And calling out the frauds like we fucking on fire
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| Hook
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| (Chock)
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| Now most chicks get they back blown
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| When I let my act roll
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| Conference on a track phone
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| I chock and rap bone
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| Joelle will pack chrome
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| All through your back zone
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| And I’m no thug
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| But will still aim at your black dome
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| And bust you
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| In a honda Or if I need to Augusta
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| You bet we going to get crunk
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| We pressure in a trunk
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| When I catch second hand from your dank whenyou flame your skunk
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| Then take all your bank in the game we tunk
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| I’m drunk, I guzzle VS, in a bubble GS
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| All chrome double BS
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| So on top look like a brother with DS
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| Down Syndrome
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| But if you want to find me come around wisdom
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| How do I say this calmly
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| You a clown kid son
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| And you need a check up so go get a papshmere
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| And if stripped to my wear
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| I’d have two gats bare
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| Only a few cats clear
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| On how I do that there
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| (Joelle)
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| I wreck yous down like molecules
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| When I play them fools
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| I’m just that little nast nigga
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| With the ladies sneaking on the jewels
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| The voice is calm
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| But my words are strong
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| Like hurricanes
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| I might spit
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| A little cum shit
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| But it won’t stop me from doing my thang
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| I maintain
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| When I slangs
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| ]From my native land
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| Upstate South Cleve West Anderson
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| It’s unexpected
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| They expect it just the same
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| Just get in line
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| Like Carolina’s in the (??)
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| We can’t be wrong
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| Growing up down here
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| You didn’t worry about no ride or no high priced gear
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| You got to boogy say boogy
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| Rode in like a champ
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| Wearing fake gold chain and no shirt is how we pimp
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| On all sides
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| The north south east and the west
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| To niggas got keys got pain got fresh
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| Fresh went to dope
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| And dope went to fat
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| Next thing you know the fools are busting all the gats
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| Except the parts
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| So you had to deal before dark
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| Smoking weed in the club
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| They don’t dance they just just party
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| Drinking cold malt liquor
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| Country ass niggas
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| Booty shaking
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| Shake
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| To make them asses move quicker
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| I picture that
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| We dirty like floor mats
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| Ride in the sports coupes big jeeps fly
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| Hook
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| (Akinyele)
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| I go down south to bust a nut
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| On a down south slut
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| Look her in the face and tell her girl I want to FUUUUUCK
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| She be like SHIIIIIIT
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| There Ak-nel go with that New York DIIIIIIICK
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| Here take a LIIICK
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| I beginning grinning
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| Cause I’m ready to hit it up
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| Point to the light
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| She be like
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| I going to go flick it up
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| I’m gorilla like king kong
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| While you niggas is little monkeys like Mighty Joe Young
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| Out of town I know crackers with correct ID
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| In other words I95 is where you find me
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| And buy guns from me
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| In exchange for crack
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| Road maps
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| Got me transporting gats
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| ]From the north
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| And the south tackle that
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| Bringing it back
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| To my New York money makers
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| Who smoke a lot and get high like sky scrapers
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| Down south i know girls who straight want to rape us
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| My niggas Rap Bone and Chock here to tape us
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| My nigga Joelle got some bitches flying in from Jamaica
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| I got some girls in LA who play like the lakers
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| Shiiiiiit
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| Because Hoes R Us
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| Everywhere we go mad love they show us
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| Even girls who don’t know us
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| Want to suck our dicks for us
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| Hook |