| And now… coming to the stage
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| New York… Delaware
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| Cypher Clique… Mickey Factz
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| It’s a moment
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| They wanna ride the wave and I know why
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| Alabama flow cause these niggas all roll tide
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| Trynna get fly like I, requires more spendin'
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| Don’t worry boys we got it covered no (?)
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| Big money like draft day, no roaches in my ash tray
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| She neck it while she rollin' up trees, we just call that shit giraffe head
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| You can’t pass me, even at a pitstop
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| I ain’t got a wristwatch but time goin' ticktock
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| And I been hot, niggas shoulda been dropped
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| I be with the women head spinnin' like a disc jock
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| And what I need a weapon for? |
| Condoms on my dresser drawer
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| I don’t ever sweat her so my presence never stress her more
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| Lookin' for a Sicamore, plus I’m never sick of whores
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| Fetish for the lettuce what the fuck you think I’m in it for
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| I’m disrespecful every time that I spit
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| But we the only ones that’s movin' so they all on my dick
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| I mean, such a predicament for rappers spittn' gibberish
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| They frontin' on the internet but niggas know we livin' it
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| Plus every time I spit they know it’s a wrap
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| The Clique is movin' locomotive plus we spittin' with Factz
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| (Gimmie dap)
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| [Bridge: James Major)
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| No we won’t stop
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| Started from the bottom now we made it to the top
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| I’m a bad boy so I feel like the Lox
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| But I got the juice so I’m feelin' like Pac
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| And we could get it poppin'
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| All night long
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| And we’ll be reefer coppin'
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| All night long
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| She said that she ain’t droppin'
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| All night long
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| I guess that we ain’t stoppin;
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| All night long
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| I take them lemons life yeah
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| Wanna get to heaven right where Christ live
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| Look at where I’m headed it’s decisive
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| Pray I don’t get beheaded like the ISIS
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| Every move priceless, checkmate, Bobby Fisher head case
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| Ridin' til the wheels fall off up in this bread chase
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| Feelin' like a fed case, facing life
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| No it ain’t a game I’m in dead space, runnin' in a death race
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| My legs straight, get cake on a pave path
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| Take it for what it is never remain mad
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| Spend money, save cash that the bank have
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| My name framed in glass for all this paid stash
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| It could be bumpy it could be rocky
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| I don’t think that I’m lucky so I ain’t cocky
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| Road blocks trynna stop me in my mazzi
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| Tires a tight end, no Jeremy Shockey
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| [Bridge: James Major)
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| No we won’t stop
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| Started from the bottom now we made it to the top
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| I’m a bad boy so I feel like the Lox
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| But I got the juice so I’m feelin' like Pac
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| And we could get it poppin'
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| All night long
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| And we’ll be reefer coppin'
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| All night long
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| She said that she ain’t droppin'
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| All night long
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| I guess that we ain’t stoppin;
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| All night long
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| Coppin' on the spot cause I’m makin' bands
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| While you squealin' to the merchant for a payment plan
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| Whole team in the boardroom, shaking hands
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| Sippin' Moet, while they’re serving steak and lamb
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| Goin' over plots, to take us to the top
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| In many different spots, you with it or you not
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| As soon as we sign on the dotted, we gon' do it big like Wallace
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| Different presidents inside the pockets
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| Nowadays we gettin' chauffeured around
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| Guzzling Crown, loungin' while we roll thru the town
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| Taking pics with the fans, do it gig for a grand
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| Need a list of demands before I spit for the fans
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| Then it’s showtime, hit em with my dope lines
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| The way I flow lines, bet I’ll get a cosign
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| Or a bad chic, finer than some old wine
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| Cause of my platinum thoughts, keep your gold mine
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| [Bridge: James Major)
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| No we won’t stop
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| Started from the bottom now we made it to the top
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| I’m a bad boy so I feel like the Lox
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| But I got the juice so I’m feelin' like Pac
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| And we could get it poppin'
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| All night long
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| And we’ll be reefer coppin'
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| All night long
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| She said that she ain’t droppin'
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| All night long
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| I guess that we ain’t stoppin;
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| All night long |