| Jay! |
| Fuck that
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| This is it right here baby!
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| You know what it is Yo I used to have bad luck
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| Now you might see me in a Jag truck
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| Mad stuck either with a dime or a bad duck
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| Double R T with the matchin bandana
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| 38 snub blue steel with no hammer
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| And I see all ya niggaz tryin to glance at the Kiss
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| Cuz I walk around with your whole advance on my wrist
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| Phonin your women, drunk off Corona’s and lemon
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| And you know I’m still right in the main
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| Light in the green
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| I need to bug it even though I look right in the beam
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| Judge find out it’s my team, he boost they bails
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| Niggaz floss on their album, try to boost their sales
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| We put our pies on the table when our eyes on a label
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| Cuz them rednecks up in the mountains will try to slay you
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| Call me raspy tell you what I want you to know
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| Fuck what you ask me you probably don’t want me to blow
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| I got a lot of horsepower so I’m able to stick
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| Usually a good nigga even though I’m able to flip
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| You pay 30 for the 'Kiss, 100 for The L.O.X>
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| And if we coo', then I write a hook for a drop
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| Whatever’s in the bank is my bet
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| A zebu’s my pet
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| And get in the bed and with the legs then that
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| Aiyyo, when my gun bust send niggaz to the fish like swamps and
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| New York’s youngest Bumpy Johnson
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| I put fear in y’all heads
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| Sheek looks type a nigga that gasoline yall beds
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| And that’s warning
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| If you all alive in the morning, that’s fine
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| Now I suggest you hit the block and get what’s rightfully mine
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| I want PC, see me tuck in your chains
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| I got niggaz my pops say that lifestyle ain’t changed
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| It’s like wake up move a brick half-of-a-slow
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| Make car money check with Sheek go fuck with a hoe
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| I rock a waste slim mink do-rag under my fittish
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| And I don’t need rework waves, Timbs be halfway new
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| That Sheek in the dresser club cuz I don’t fuck with shoes
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| And from a nigga’s life, I swear to the Bible, let it be told
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| I put 30 in your head, all in the same hole
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| Cuz we all got the same goal and you tryin to tamper with mine
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| Don’t make me mothafuckin leave you with some shit in your spine
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| Fuck with me, you be a was nigga
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| Nigga was dope
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| Nigga was gettin money before I extorted your coke
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| What, you crazy?
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| Aiyyo, catch me with a 38, box and shells
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| In a 98 Lincoln eatin pasta shells
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| Order to go, always got a box of L’s
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| Blow, stay on the low
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| Get a Henney and swig
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| I Penuro so I hate a snake, rat, or a pig
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| I pop shit cuz I’m the second best, the first was B.I.G.
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| Y’all niggaz is shunned out, let me speak to your father
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| Cuz I like to play chess and I swing the revolver
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| If I don’t like a nigga, I don’t even be bothered
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| I spit, I’m just a crooked nigga goin legit
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| You hold your nine if you holdin a brick
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| Common sense, that drama, you hit the Bahamas, get bent
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| L.O.X. |
| get respect like Sunny from Bronx Tale
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| Us and DMX, the Ruff Ryder cartel
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| Thirsty to live all y’all niggaz eager to die
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| I tell all my niggaz ride
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| You won’t leave with a dime, motherfuckers
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| Yeah, yeah, I’m a monster
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| Sleep whole winters, wake up and spit summers
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| Ghetto nigga puttin up Will Smith numbers
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| Surrounded by 6's and Hummers
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| Bitches among us Try not to let this bullshit become us This started from hunger, tell it all when they sane
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| Now bitches notice the chains now that I’ve hit my number
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| The chickens I twisted see the digits unlisted
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| The beeper done change
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| You dead bitch, the Reaper done came
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| I suggest niggaz stop speakin my name
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| Cause trust me, y’all can still feel the heat in the rain
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| I keep creepin, streets keep watchin I keep poppin
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| Niggaz is hot heads and the bullets is heat-seekin
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| Jay flow pesos chase hoes NOT
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| I just circle around the block in a drop
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| Tell them to jump through the top
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| Where the sun roof used to be
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| I could see y’all not used to me Nigga flows like none other
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| I’m the meanest, toughest Don Dutta, the gun butcha
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| You the type that bust a lot of shots and none touch ya
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| I’m the type that get excited when the gun touch ya Motherfuckers
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| I’m headed nowhere fast run in the place gun in my waste
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| Niggaz wanted to taste but wouldn’t come to my face
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| So what that mean you cats is playin games again
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| So what I do start namin names again (what!)
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| All you motherfuckers know that I speak from the heart (uh!)
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| Play like you dunno and L.O.X. |
| is gonna bark
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| We can take it there but to make it fair, get some mo niggaz
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| Styles, Sheek, Jay we comin with like 4 niggaz (aight!)
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| Y’all niggaz besta stop playin
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| It’d be the ones you forgotten about
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| That’ll get you shot in your mouth
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| Plus it’s all gravy like chicken when it’s smothered
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| It’s dark and I LOVE IT! |
| get him, boy let him loose
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| You want it with the dogg, let the gun, let him shoot |