| Now that I’m here niggas wanna wrap the ROC up
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| Nah, backslash wrap the rocks up, back the block up
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| Cop killers, clap at coppers, blast at choppers
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| Pass the vodka, listen, don’t ever mention Dash or Hoffa
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| It’s a Harlem thing dog, you’ll clash with Mobsters (uptown)
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| Remember me? |
| Got jumped on TNT (what's beef?)
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| Next week, back pump TNT (what's beef?)
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| All my niggas got M-16's kid
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| And all we do is watch MTV Cribs
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| Learn not to in fury the victim
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| Purially stick 'em, break through your security system (KILLA)
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| Stop frontin', you was never a menace
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| Never a hustla, NO, we could never do business
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| Business is business, money is money
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| Hustle is hustle, stupid is stupid
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| You da dumbest of dummies (Killa)
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| Leave me alone, let me just live my live, ah
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| Just leave me alone, leave me alone
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| Let me just live my life ah
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| That’s the sound of the police
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| All I do every day dog, blunt after blunt
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| Stunt after stunt, they all ?? |
| after ??
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| Like that I’m Shiesty, look at my shoes, like my Nikes
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| Know that I got a girl, like my wifey, like that I’m rude
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| Come here, let me pick with your chest, dick on your breast
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| All they say «That nigga’s a mess»
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| You heard me fam? |
| All worthy of this dirty man
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| Take it in your ass? |
| How about 30 grams ma'?
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| Go upstate, come back downstate, next time around me
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| You might get a POUNDCAKE, (screw that bitch)
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| Fuck it up, she understand that I might slap her
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| I’ll me damned if I work for some white cracker (shit)
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| White batter, prize in the pack, fiends love
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| They hug it, call it Cracker Jacks, KILLA
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| Where the crack is at, watch me get dem dice
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| Throw 'em on, let me live my life
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| Leave me alone, let me just live my live, ah
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| Just leave me alone, leave me alone
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| Let me just live my life ah
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| That’s the sound of the police
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| Fuck life as a rap star, you dealing with crack gods
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| Cookin' the crack hard, lead the crack jars
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| All of the chips, the crib with the backyard
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| Pull out the gat pa, a bar, and black cars
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| And I’m scary with the 5th, compare me to a gift
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| Yellow diamonds, ganerrie on my wrist, just juice
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| Get wet up and waive, that’ll be the day, killa cam
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| Mess up some yeah (shiiiiit), thug niggas be on point
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| And game time, cop a brick, and re-up in the same night
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| And to get that trife, I flick that knife, doggy dog
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| Let me live my life
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| Leave me alone, let me just live my live, ah
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| Just leave me alone, leave me alone
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| Let me just live my life ah
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| That’s the sound of the police
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| The block is hot, niggas tell me to feel it
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| Know when I get out they gon feel it
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| Witness the realest |