| This is what it looks like from inside out
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| When it’s time to go to war and your men ride out
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| Then the money start coming in, you can’t hide out
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| So you switch and get on the ready to die route
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| The hole you dug for yourself is getting deeper
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| Them hoes you love is just making a thug weaker
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| You seed now, you don’t get the buzz off the reefer
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| It was only the fuzz, now you running from the reaper
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| Death toll rises, sleep without closing your eyelids
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| Still reppin' both sides in Hackney
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| East London get live in
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| Until Speedy come home, we grindin'
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| Went from one horse to another, we shinin'
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| Ha, it was all good timin'
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| Yeah, but we still living the crooks life
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| JMC, Jadakiss, this what it looks like
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| What it look like, money what it look like
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| What it look like, honey what it look like
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| What it look like, cuh what it look
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| What it look like, yuh what it look like
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| What it look like, money what it look like
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| What it look like, honey what it look like
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| What it look like, they wonder what it look like
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| What it look like, what it look like
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| It look like more gold around my neck than a Versace shirt
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| I’ve got that chick doing that Rihanna twerk
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| Brothers hate me and my brothers
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| Cause the chicks they love, love me and my brothers
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| Couple Nickis, menaging under covers
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| Couple cameras, no Big Brothers
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| A couple niggas really see my grind
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| So they won’t begrudge me in a DB9
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| Forget the limelight, all I do is grind right
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| Cause I already done seen too many nine nights
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| The industry nearly tried to blackball
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| Cause my sound underground like black wool
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| lit up like Keano’s
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| The food on the menu is kilos
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| In the kitchen, trying to cook a blizzard
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| Trainers DNA of a Lizard
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| Y’all already know we getting them stacks
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| In the UK all we doing is bridging the gaps
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| So I’ma fly you over
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| So we can talk business on the white cliffs of Dover
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| In a black Range Rover
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| Customs will search you, they try to hurt you
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| We got a lot of pill and I ain’t talking 'bout the purple
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| I’m on the Isle of White, sittin' on a Iisle of white
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| JMC and Jadakiss is what it’s lookin' like
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| Started from the bottom and I’m still here
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| Know we started picking cotton, shit is real here
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| Hit the target when I spot 'em, I go hard, have you forgotten?
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| I walk over to the problem, «what's the deal here?»
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| Niggas fuckin' kill it, told 'em it’s the come up
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| Started off by doing robberies and run ups
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| All that talking’s gonna make him lift his gun up
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| Now all that talking went and got your bredrin bun up
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| 0 to 100, zero on the budget
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| It don’t cost a thing to make your baby mother plug it
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| Niggas hate my lyrics but their baby mothers love it
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| You just bring her down, I come around and give her courage
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| You just bad her up, I come around and give her rounds
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| Niggas standin' up, I come around, they’re sitting down
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| Yeah I’ve had enough, add it up I figured out
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| You didn’t listen to me then, bet they listen to me now |