| Homicide Hill, S.I., New York City
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| Slow your roll, it’s my word
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| Slap all ya niggas, I hate ya’ll
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| Aiyo, aiyo
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| These streets got the best of me, my lifestyle’s corrupt
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| It’s jakes lookin' for Don, and I don’t give a fuck
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| Cuz my niggas be on the block, ready to rock
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| We got big bags of ready on us, one Glock
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| Feds makin' it hot, so I dipped off
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| I smoke the ill idiot shit like Malakoff
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| Me and my thug niggas, too chipped off
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| Staten Island be the land of the lost
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| You can’t front, you can’t floss
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| S.I. New York City, the burnt out apartments, the hallways that’s gritty
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| It’s a pity we livin' this shit, cracks under my dick
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| Feel my pain, if you know about this shit
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| Dope in the toilet, money in the mattress
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| We keep ratchets, and like niggas up north, we fuck a fat bitch
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| We eat octopus too, and we love the catfish
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| The building of the most powerful dynasty
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| We not just any stars, whether you be a murderer
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| Or maybe the world just never heard of you
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| Go 'head and play it out, this the role of ya lifetime
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| The building of the most powerful dynasty
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| We not just any stars, whether you be a murderer
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| Or maybe the world just never heard of you
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| Go 'head and play it out, this the role of ya lifetime
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| Shoot 'em up shit, nigga, shoot 'em up shit, nigga
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| (Yeah bitch), yeah all up in your voicebox nigga
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| Yo, all ya’ll bitch ass muthafuckas, ya’ll ain’t shit
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| You actin' like you can’t happen til I pop the clip
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| Have your girl suckin' my dick, run in your crib and take chips
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| You don’t know me, I don’t fuck around with ya’ll, homie
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| You can’t hold me, fake ass niggas owe me
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| Big Don from the group home
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| Sittin' on the front stoop smokin' a bone
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| All ya’ll hatin' ass niggas, get one in your dome
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| Or I’m up in the studio, playin' the phone
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| I put hits on your fam, dog, now you alone
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| So why you just not popular yet, I grab my tech
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| And run around the blocks and demand respect
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| It’s the who? |
| Nigga, Jay Bird, that’s my word
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| I leave your body in the dollar van, your brains on the curb
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| Staten Island niggas be the most superb
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| Laid back in the joint, just be smokin' the herb
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| The building of the most powerful dynasty
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| We not just any stars, whether you be a murderer
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| Or maybe the world just never heard of you
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| Go 'head and play it out, this the role of ya lifetime
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| The building of the most powerful dynasty
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| We not just any stars, whether you be a murderer
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| Or maybe the world just never heard of you
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| Go 'head and play it out, this the role of ya lifetime |