| I remind them of an ill piranha
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| Right now
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| Everybody going bow like Rihanna
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| Few years
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| I admit my hands was tied
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| Certain dudes they wanna see me back inside
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| I’m a threat
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| Fuck you and the powers that be
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| Imma bet
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| You’ll soon see the power is me
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| Me
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| I’ve been everywhere dog
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| It don’t stop now man
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| Mad dudes pay homage to Rob
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| They buss shots
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| How can I be what New York need
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| I’m a hustler
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| The kinda dude that New York breed
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| And everybody hate New York
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| But ain’t no way in hell ya’ll can shake New York
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| So all you haters with the snap on smile
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| Hallelujah the man be all back on file
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| And he back with the situation
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| Diamond the heat maker
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| And I buss off then go forth
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| Five peacemaker
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| Mad respect BR
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| I go home when they see off
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| Said fuck the whole
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| I’m on a flight straight to DR
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| When it’s up to par
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| And everybody telling me
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| Dumb down, then screw all
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| I guess I raised the bar
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| Most anticipated
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| Black, he back
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| Throwing back a few shots of Cognac
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| Man these high school cats
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| My whole team can scrap
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| And if I gotta clap
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| I’ll take em off the map
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| Man I feel like Flav
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| For all the times I don kissed New York
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| I’m a fish New York
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| What is this New York
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| Heavy everyday
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| I’m ballin' up my first New York
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| Now tell me
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| Is this what you miss New York
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| Just know ya’ll in the presence of greatness
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| Be all icon
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| I don’t spit that fake shit
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| But just to be here with ya’ll
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| I’m so gracious
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| And this joint won’t sell at Macys
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| When you see me do my thing
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| Do my thing
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| I swing
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| I’m a one man show
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| Bernard King
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| Five O' think I’m the head honcho
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| Walk through Bronco like Bilonco
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| Money talk like your album is
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| Scratch that
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| My life on wax
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| I’m monogamous
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| Are you sure I’m the one you all problem with
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| Range Rover
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| Convertible Truck
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| Something I gotta get
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| You telling me just not to shine
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| Messing with my Al Green
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| Imma get the grits
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| So these newcomers
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| Leave without a pot to piss
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| And that’s threat the fam
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| And forces going to stop and frisk
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| Nosy ass local cops
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| The fun dont stop
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| 50 first
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| Always with a gun hold block
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| Been up
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| Dudes play hard and bend up
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| Now go rounds
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| You ain’t hurt
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| So get up
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| This shit is unjust
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| Why you run
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| Yo gun ain’t buss
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| I see you
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| But my thing is
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| That I don’t trust
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| Haven’t reached the point
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| That the mattress
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| the actress
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| I do Black Rob backwards
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| Do Black Rob backwards
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| Far back
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| I mean they came through
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| With them hard cats
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| And the large gats
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| And then they came
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| Crashing through without it
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| Wanna do crime
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| But dudes ain’t passionate about it
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| Most shit I did
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| Was that hotel garbage
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| I’m still ill figure regardless
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| The knew exactly what
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| I was dropping off
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| And next time I see
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| My people was popping off |