| Straight up nigga, I’m a money nigga man
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| You know what time it is wit me, yo That’s right
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| Take the track, cut the heads off, split it down the middle man
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| Take the bones out man for real
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| Yeah all applepie yeah
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| Straight up, Flipmode BK king
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| It was the best heist since ice
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| Precise rituals
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| Skated outta Jacob’s wit the Fruit Loop jewels
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| Holdin a navy blue uzi
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| Krush Groovin waves off the atlas
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| Coolin, that’s how we make movies
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| Basketball gun brawlers, bounce
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| Black down 'bill-a-head banks, Malibu colorful shanks
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| That’s the way we live, Staten Island kid
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| Old dog in it, the thug vaccine wit no pork in it Vivid imagination paper chasin
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| Dufflebag swollen, we holdin
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| Drink chocolate milk before we roll in It’s like that ya’ll, we gangstas
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| Stickin all you Bay Ridge Benzes
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| I’m out to get erect, terrific shit be the diamond district
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| Tiffany’s, pretty Valentine brick is on the second floor balcony
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| Gems is magnificent, diamonds is cryin
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| Busta Rhymes take me, nevermind help!
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| Aiyyo caught em at the ice pavilion
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| Dressy, salad bar style Nestle
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| Four white niggas, covered in vest pieces
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| Think like a mob flick
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| Guessin like Patsy in the mask, piece bust
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| Got aggravated, slapped the glass piece
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| One nigga beamin, faggot ass
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| Lay on the floor ya fuck!
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| Tied his broken arm to his Hush Puppies
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| Wrapped around trauma, everything realer than fuck
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| Tajuana left my nigga niece live comma
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| Three young Italians, suited down personal style
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| I’m in valour white designin on the 'dallions
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| Felt like some crackers was in back of me Spit on the clerk, pass the Harry Winston set
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| Ghost backin me Bust a shot, motored
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| Four male in paper work Lord
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| We get together once more before we blow this
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| Murdered nobody
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| Left em all baseball’d down, brotha
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| Three wicked ass 6's, Gucci colors
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| MONEY! |
| Drop dead on the floor
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| Nigga, pass the keys to the door
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| Pass me all the cash in the drawer
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| Or I promise you’ll be payin the price
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| Feelin like a nigga died twice
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| Execute the world’s greatest diamond heist
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| Ya’ll niggas know we out to get this MONEY!
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| C’mon MONEY! |
| 7x
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| Raekwon, Ghostface, Rocky Marce C’MON!
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| Let’s get this money nigga
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| Yeah we? |
| near the mind? |
| out west
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| Somewhere in Africa
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| The Feds is after us, vest on my back
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| Whippin the Acuras, feel like a mac bustin
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| A rug in Preston on percussion
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| I’ll bust in your gate, nigga it’s nothin
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| A hail storm, ice rainin, mind containin
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| Info, nigga what you in for? |
| Complainin
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| Sick bars deep in this language
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| Did I tell you how my day’s spent?
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| Speakin through the face of Ronald Regan
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| Iceberg History, calligraphy
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| Colidescope colors, hollow-head shells and flarin gunmen
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| Hate to see me comin like gray skies on day of judgment
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| Makes you wonder where the love went
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| Hit a nigga, feed him to some buzzards
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| Put up numbers, plus I’m one to push his mug in We duck in the safe, check what I’m huggin
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| Rocks the size of some shit, out in the congo
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| My arms full, let’s get the fuck out, Busta I got you
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| Aiyyo we do great study on fossils and stones like archeologists
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| Gem-ologists, collect the most priceless ices anonymous
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| Canary stones yellow like a pumpkin
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| Dunkin Donut precious size stones make me wanna cut the safe open
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| Rae pass the blowtorch, Ghost brought the dynamite stick
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| Marciano brought a chisel wit an ice pick
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| Princess cuts, invisible settings
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| Plannin the world’s greatest diamond heist playin a tune by Otis Redding
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| Icicle cones hang from the ceiling just like stalagmites
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| Time to throw on a skully and tying a rag tight
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| Throwin light went off and in the basket
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| Grabbed the necklace from off the satin pillow while the glass casket
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| Ice lay across the crushed burgandy velvet
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| Up in the diamond slide-tray
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| Gun in your face, slide it right away
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| Roundtable with Habib, Mirishnokof, and the rest of them Jewish niggas
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| We got them niggas drunk and talkin foolish see
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| You know the way we straight manipulated the shit
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| We swindle them niggas for all their precious things before we skated and shit
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| Yeah, ya’ll niggas know we skated early
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| Disguised ourselves as the cidic Jews and even left my sideburns curly
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| Bounce to Mexico and spend some pesos
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| And bury the diamonds on an island your never heard
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| Like Turks in Keikos
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| Everytime we hit, we in and out quick
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| Don’t be surprised if we behind supplyin niggas all the platinum and shit
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| MONEY! |
| 17x
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| Yeah, the world’s greatest jewel heist
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| Thoroughly and successfully executed
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| By none other than Ghostface Killah, Raekwon the Chef
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| Rock Marciano and Busta Rhymes
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| A job well done fellas, very good piece of work |