| — w/ ad libs
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| Yo, (ok) kids I was sittin on the block the other day man
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| Some fine ass girl walked by
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| And she was lookin, I’m lookin back
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| She said uh «JD I love those 20's on your car»
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| I said I beg your motherfuckin pardon
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| Them is Michael Jordan’s baby
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| She gotta understand the type of nigga you dealin with
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| A young, fly, flashy So So Def representer
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| The biggest thing in the city since Martin Luther the King
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| Uh, holla at 'em
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| Brooklyn is what I’m reppin
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| Disrespect and bullets fly in your direction
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| Ridin shotgun with JD I got so so connections
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| Locos and the chrome blows, homie not to mention
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| I got four homes that I own, I’m certified pimpin
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| Cross my path, shots blast instant
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| Extort your ass the kid got henchmens
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| The whole Brooklyn for instance
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| Red dot, ruthless, head shots stop you from thinkin
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| A best seller’s what I’m inkin
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| Another Brooklyn classic, straight acid, keep listenin
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| Twin Desert Eagles, duck when I’m twistin 'em
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| Rims spin on sick vehicles, look we killin 'em
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| Manson and gas my adrenaline, racin fast
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| Switchin four lanes with weight up in the stash
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| I’m livin so so better now, the so so dash
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| Is what I’m sittin on, blowin up so so fast
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| Yeah, uh huh
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| Yo, You really don’t wanna get hit
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| Hot lid when I empty the clip
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| Drop kid if you droppin your lip
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| Never know enough about but I talk shit
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| You must wanna eat up my clit
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| Everything we ever did on is sick
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| We don’t have a party, we rich
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| We cut it up with anybody we with
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| And I’m the main one, havin to fit
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| Can’t nobody do it like this
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| I got a gat by the side like my man Big
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| Stand out on that song he did with me
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| You feelin the presence of So So Def
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| Rest assure we gettin the money, crush your label there’s no more left
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| Just fables fictional characters I
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| Stay away from those who embellish the truth and LIE
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| I’m kickin the same shit you been used to since «Funkdafied»
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| Let your mind escape, you layed away back and enjoy the RIDE
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| Yeah, I’m rollin on deuce trays
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| Shoot all my Tequila straight
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| Catch me at the bar of the bay
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| I might even buy you a little drank
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| We been choppin paper for years
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| Ain’t scared of you niggas out here
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| Some of ya’ll might think we disappear
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| But everytime the resurgence is clear
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| Yo, yo
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| Brooklyn has to be two of the illest
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| Felons to be diluted I do whatever, to foot it
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| Like I wanna do it, like I do it
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| When I done it
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| PUSSY (PUSSY), roll like caine
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| Just rhymin with Benz or present with the Coupe-a
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| Drive my lifestyle down, I’m between lines and my new slip
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| 2003, M.O.P. |
| nigga you see
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| My fundamentals of a street life nigga
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| Cuffin her hair, have it over left, nothin to fear, BIATCH!
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| Warriorz! |
| (WARRIORZ), Come out and play! |
| (COME OUT AND PLAY)
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| From the dark side, where we reside, we die for (BK)
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| We a whole different breed of men, you need to squeeze us in
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| We’ll get in where we fit in like BUK-BUK-BUK-BUK-BUK-BUK-BUK-BUK
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| Still rockin what’s poppin, you still lookin shooken
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| We a long way from the day when you overlook Brooklyn
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| It’s like lotto Duke the way we represent it
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| You really gotta be in it to present it, you get it?
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| We God!
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| Yeah, you see this shit right? |
| (*laughing*)
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| You know what I’m sayin, it’s So So Def (*echo*)
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| You dig, this is a World Premiere
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| JD, this is a World Premiere
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| You dig? |
| hahaha, yeah
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| And I’m the Brat a tat-tat-tat, you dig (*fade*) |