| (This is a special dedication…
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| Y’know what I’m sayin'?
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| Smooth it out…)
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| Now I’ma tell you off the bat what this jam is about
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| It’s 'bout stealing people’s shit and leaving them ass out
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| Whether stranger or relative, a friend or a foe,
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| I like jacking motherfuckers when I need some dough
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| I ain’t the type of individual to hold a job
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| I’d rather snatch a sucker’s chain for the gold involved
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| Ain’t working at McDonald’s, you can suck my dick
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| Matter of fact give me a burger and the keys to your rip
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| Now I’ma drive around town in a brand new Maxima
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| See a hitchhiker, bam! |
| now I got a passenger
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| Asked him where I lived while I looked at his gear
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| He told me it was close and I should make a left here
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| Dude was looking busted but he had a nice watch
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| Some shit that I was liable to gaffle and rock
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| So I said hold up and parked the car on Fifth
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| And said «the watch and your money bitch, run that shit!»
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| I want them color TV’s…
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| And all your ugly fucking clothes…
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| A burger with fries…
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| I want that diamond ring…
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| I want the money in your pocket…
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| I want a strawberry shake to go…
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| Yo check it out
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| Now I knew this kid Barry, yo, we went way back
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| Me and Barry used to chill at the crib and smoke crack
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| We was technically related 'cause he married my daughter
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| He would come to the crib when he needed some water
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| Barry was ugly, bad breath but real cool
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| We would sit on the stoop and reminisce about school
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| And the things we used to do just to make ends meet
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| Like the credit card scam and selling drugs on the street
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| I didn’t think nothin' when my man started flossing
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| Rocking alligator boots and an 80-dollar walkman
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| I figured he was schemin', just stacking his loot
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| Then he came into the crib in a three-piece suit
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| He said «yo man, I landed this government job»
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| I was thinking to myself he’s a sucker or slob
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| «You're bullshitting, Barry!"he said, «naw, it’s legit»
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| He pulled out a thousand dollars, I said «run that shit!»
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| I want the money in your pocket…
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| I want them glasses…
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| Yo give me that bagel, I’m hungry…
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| Yo, the color television, stereo…
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| Yo, give me your socks, man…
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| Oh, them kicks? |
| Looking dope…
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| Want that jacket, let me see that shit…
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| Run it
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| I was walking down the block, just minding my own
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| When I saw this bangin' biddy with the caramel tone
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| I said my name is E, yo, I’m all alone
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| And I’m looking for a girl to get naked and bone
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| She said, «I love a man that’s firm and direct
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| Let’s go to my apartment and have some sex»
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| I said «bet. |
| Yo bitch, what kinda ride you got?»
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| Then she grabbed me by the wood and I was hard as a rock
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| When we got to the spot she got down on her knees
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| I was thinking 'bout the pussy and the color TV
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| She was playing with the coochie as she started to strip
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| She was sucking my dick, I busted off on her tits
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| Then I got up, put my shit back in my drawers
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| There was come on her face, she was lying on the floor
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| Then I pulled out my toolie and I aimed it at her lip
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| I said «earrings and the stereo, run that shit!»
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| Yo, I want all your money…
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| Fuckin' jewelry…
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| I want the ice in the freezer…
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| Give it up, skeezer…
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| I want all that shit, run that shit
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| Don’t say shit, just run that shit
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| Yo your pet dog, run that shit
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| Your earring, run that shit
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| Your little brother, run that shit
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| Yo, your drumstick, run that shit
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| Fried piece of chicken, run that shit
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| Yo, your gear, I want that shit
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| My name is Edan and I steal kids' shit
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| Yeah, yo run that shit
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| Word… this goes out to all the motherfuckers
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| That don’t know how to earn a decent fuckin' buck
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| So they gotta steal from kids
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| Hell yeah!
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| Yo… Stealing is the way… to go…
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| That’s how you get all your shit
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| You ain’t gotta pay for SHIT!
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| Yo, Edan, I’m out
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| Fuck yeah, yo |