| its been a cold winter
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| that means heat for a real Sinner
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| who wanna live like a bread winna
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| i fly low like a blind bird
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| they say on the way to heaven man you chauffered
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| i think i wear white cash mear coat if its 20 below
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| i only live 8 miles from the city of dope
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| i sport that Perry Ellis
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| girl you should hang when the god wear it
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| you get the smell like you in Paris
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| i see numbas like im playin bingo
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| i like to mingle wit a sexy single
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| i turn your mind into a straight casino
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| im not a witness like jahova
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| get the cush or get the doja cut the optimo
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| ganja roll it over
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| -Equipto
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| we cop and blow
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| its to and fro we cop
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| stacks of cash
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| im sittin there with deep thoughts
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| trippin off all the time wasted on weak spots
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| nickel and diming while rhymin on the beat box
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| everything happend for a reason
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| shrook while its hot like a cook i reheat it
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| all day bay bridge and get it how i live it
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| its one more day closer to this next digit
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| cant stop now im a mash for the rash
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| with this open casket
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| or your burn my ashes
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| knowing long lasting
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| this life is real
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| and now im living fast wit no time to kill
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| -Andre Nickatina
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| i give a toast to the rhyme wave
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| its the religion to the crime way
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| you get your hustle on in 5 days
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| its like wonderbread so fresh
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| it got freaks looking for a style on map quest
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| i spin a charlots webb a silk screen and interior designs
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| i like to watch a nickel turn into a dime and prime time
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| rap cats see the 7th sign
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| spit the game to your heart soul in your mind
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| it was Crackin Like Pastachio’s
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| like robert reveren this a natural
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| in the fast lane its faster hoe
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| i pop Buck like a pop quiz
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| the ghetto steal for the rocks kid
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| you’ll get knocked out your socks kid
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| about 4 to 5 blocks kid
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| the homies poppin on your knock kid
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| i stand still like a statue
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| but at the same time run with a pack too
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| i whoop a lasso run threw the castle
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| money on the dash yo
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| and NYC jumpin in the cab yo
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| i fly low like a blind bird
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| they say in heaven man you chauffer
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| if you prefer
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| -Equipto
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| its like im beneath the underdog
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| really live long wit paintin such a beautiful song
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| the coke game and everythings a dolla sign
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| and we focus straight ahead thats the bottom line
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| this is my statement reverse the hatred
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| if bay love the area i was raised in
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| givin the song lace with
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| instincts impulse react and in sync
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| give me hell indo
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| make it go pop everything el second
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| stretch out the clock ima live out every second
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| see my moma cry everytime that she stressin
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| mess wit my mind cant understand the message
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| time is of the essence betting i cant fall forward
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| aint to long till i can really say im all yours
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| im gon change play it off with the giggle
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| man until then i still split it down the middle
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| this is how we livin |