| Yea, yea, yea, I didn forget about the Queensbridge mothafuckas
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| Roll the Mobb Deep in this mothafucka, yea, yea
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| Mario drop the beat… yea, uh Rappin' Noyd
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| 'Bout ta destroy any man, woman, man, boy
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| I don’t give a FUCK, word is bond…
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| (check it out) Rough Neck, you soldeir suspect
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| You hear me boy, Recognize, Rappin' Noyd
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| Now Destroy, nothing changed, blew you out the frame
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| Was a small thing, I kept you shook
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| Cause you know my gat bang
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| A usual suspect, a soldeir suspect
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| You hear me void, Recognize, Rappin' Noyd
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| Now Destroy, nothing changed, I blew you out the frame
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| Was a small thing, I kept you shook
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| Cuz you know my gat big
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| Mr. Untouchable, the unlovable, crimi-nul
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| Reppin' Queensborough, the rapper’s back on another level
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| Matter fact black, check the gat stats
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| I keep access ta the max
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| For those who don’t know, how ta act
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| Get laid on they back, and its a fact
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| You bustin' me — Im bustin' back
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| So kid dance ta the track or analyze the rap
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| Before you get trashed-smacked-clapped and thats that
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| Im strictly hardcore, even more than before
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| When I was shooting up doors in Baltimore, try’na score
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| Nappy born hustla, the Hennessey guzala
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| I been a-black-a-mothafucka
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| Don’t make me buck ya, the .9 pound I struck ya
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| '9−6 you ask about this convict
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| Niggas can’t harm this, regardless
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| Niggas claiming heartless, Easy for me ta tear
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| 'Par bitch, you don’t want ta start this, Im lethal
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| Don’t make me jump up on the B.Q.E. |
| and come n' see you
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| You best have your mothafuckin' people
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| Cuz when Im rollin' in the viga, strapped wit' my nigga
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| When I see you, Im leavin' lead in ya liva
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| To the Rough Neck, a soldeir suspect
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| You hear me void, Recognize, Rappin' Noyd
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| Now Destroy, nothing changed, I blew you out the frame
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| Was a small thing, I kept you shook
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| Cuz you know my gat big
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| A usual suspect, a soldeir suspect
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| You hear me void, Recognize, Rappin' Noyd
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| Now Destroy, nothing changed, I blew you out the frame
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| Was a small thing, I kept you shook
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| Cuz you know my gat big
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| Now one love ta the thugs on top
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| Pushin' rocks on the strip going out, bustin' slugs
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| Pumpin' rocks, do ya thing GOD
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| Whoevers not involved get rid of 'em, finish 'em
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| Im playing too close, snacks cut throat
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| G-nota wrotes, use intellifent folks ta build blunts
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| Control the .9, steady, ready — blow
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| Let 'em know, dont be mad at me
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| Cuz you ain’t as mad as me, you gradually grow hard
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| And tear shit apart, shit I spark from the start, and regulate
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| Takin' your body weight, I leave you critical
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| The .9's pitiful — blowing brains out
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| Even aid they won’t el' ver lift the stain out
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| I blowing backs out, niggas ass out
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| So watch, what you doing
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| In them eyes you be screwing me wit'
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| Fuck around, lay around, make me empty my clip
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| Say the non-sense, I got my click on the Do or Die, trip
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| Once I cock it, then I got this, now watch me lock it…
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| …No Doubt Kid, now we out
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| To the Rough Neck, you soldeir suspect
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| You hear me void, Recognize, Rappin' Noyd
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| Now Destroy, nothing changed, blew you out the frame
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| Was a small thing, I kept you shook
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| Cuz you know my gat big
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| A usual suspect, a soldeir suspect
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| You hear me void, Recognize, Rappin' Noyd
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| Now Destroy, nothing changed, I blew you out the frame
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| Was a small thing, I kept you shook
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| Cuz you know my gat big
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| Don’t, take, it, personal
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| If it ain’t about you, it dont apply — let it fly
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| But you guy, I gatta tear you up, from your asshole to your gut
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| And if your click wanna flip, they gettin' bucked
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| Cuz my stealing, scab handeling is outstanding
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| I be the thug bustin' slugs while yo tec jammin'!
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| One in the head, I can’t stand it, but I gatta handle it though
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| Leave you wet though, sweep the .44
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| Make you take those and swallow those
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| My click a bunch of wild desperados
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| Stuck off the hydro, Hennessey rock hard
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| We got this shit lock all
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| My click strike back hard, an thats my word
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| Fuck around and have that ass in the sky
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| Wit' the birds, thats my word
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| You carry a gat, you think you that nigga please
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| You dont wanna feel none of these, hollow tips
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| That mack about ta spit, aw shit
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| Noyd about ta get up on that buc-wild shit, the Infamous Mobb |
| The most Infamous — Scarface — leave ya faceless
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| Grip 'em, R.I.P. |
| — but you still right here, wit' me
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| G.O.D. |
| part 3, Gotti on the mission
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| H.A. |
| — V.O.C., the clear vision
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| T.Y. |
| N.I.T.T. |
| — Y. I dont know, But in due time
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| An tell Killer Bee — Gambino
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| Yo if we dont sell a million, we gonna stick chemical banks
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| Straight up and down — this is how P. think
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| Kicko — long time no see, no doubt wit' outta doubt
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| Money long’ll, knock 'em all the way out
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| Rappin' Noyd, jump the negro out for premises
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| Iller G, my eye-witness, eyes, hes got the dead on, lies
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| A gradual lives a survive, we got diamonds — flooded up plenty
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| Push GOD, civilized GOD — turn of the century shit
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| We can’t take it, bless me wit' a high note, baby
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| GOD brothers, Mic Check — crush something kid
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| To the Rough Neck, a soldeir suspect
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| You hear me void, Recognize, Rappin' Noyd
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| Now Destroy, nothing changed, I blew you out the frame
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| Was a small thing, I kept you shook
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| Cuz you know my gat big
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| A usual suspect, a soldeir suspect
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| You hear me void, Recognize, Rappin' Noyd
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| Now Destroy, nothing changed, I blew you out the frame
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| Was a small thing, I kept you shook
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| Cuz you know my gat big
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| To the Rough Neck, you soldeir suspect
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| You hear me void, Recognize, Rappin' Noyd
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| Now Destroy, nothing changed, I blew you out the frame
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| Was a small thing, I kept you shook
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| Cuz you know my gat big |