| Put them on, put them on Shiesty motherfuckers
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| Recognize that check it PMD:
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| Yo we build and destroy, black Benz’s and the convoy
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| Use a different 9 to valoy, metal, money caught it in his velcro
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| Another shell split his elbow, a good fellow
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| Like Jimmy Chochimes, he tote two nines, two dimes
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| Caught the guard block and at the shoe shine
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| Yeah he just got word about his man James Dean from Queens
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| Hit a bank and shot a guard in the spleen
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| With Bill Blast, he made a dash smash the cash
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| Ran two blocks pulled off the ski mask
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| But then started flippin', forced in the phat whip and
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| People started talkin', po-po started sniffin', plus
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| He never hit James Dean with the cream
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| So James put a hit to catch him on the scene
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| The police got a tip from a girl he use to run with
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| Sell guns with, trees and mack clips, yeah
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| She was nice, drove a 5−0 twice, on the cell all night
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| With more hoes than Heidi Fleiss
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| And the girl drove a black Infinity, moving keys to Kennedy
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| Different name everyday fake identity
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| They made a deal and copped a plea and turned state
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| So at the house the police wait with Jeds caught him in his 8
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| 50 that’s how the streets be moving shiefty
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| Found Billy and he slipped and paid quickly
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| Different day but the same song, life goes on So watch the street kid, cause it’s a put on Hook:
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| That’s how it goes down, down on the under (x2)
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| Erick Sermon:
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| I seen Will on the corner, Flatbush and Park Slope
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| Shippin’two pounds of coke with 2 O.G.'s in his bear coat
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| Chrome neena, rollin’with this bitch named Catrena
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| Undercover queena that pack a street sweeper
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| 5 years for doin’Fed time for extortion
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| And a jail up in Boston for major jewel flossin'
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| Hits safes quickly can hear a black Jamie Summers
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| Pick the right numbers and have mad runners
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| Or Hardcore Lil’Kim, Queen Bee Bitch
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| Who never snitch, played the game and never rode the bench
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| Will swear up and down this bitch will kill at will
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| For her family, no fantasy, a James Colamity
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| Time for the score, from Hammerton to Marine Park
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| Gotta get there, before it get dark, we arrive
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| She reload the black 45, concealed by the waist line
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| And nows hte time, she jumped out the car
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| In front was a Hummer, two new comers, I never seen before
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| I approached tall Joey Who’s those guys lookin’wise?
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| Had my black ass surprised.
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| A-yo yo yo it’s a set up, where’s the doe, uh Where’s the loot, give it to me and don’t get cute
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| Catrina pulled the weapon, shot Joey
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| The other two guys pulled out and aimed, explain
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| Yo, she hid the two kids with Joey, she didn’t know
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| Cause she paid more doe for 'em
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| Will screamed You bitch! |
| Sorry she said
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| Then boow! |
| Will got lit
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| That’s how it goes down, down on the under
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| They drove off quickly in the black Hummer
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| Never trust no matter what the dance or song
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| Cause it could be a put on Hook (x4) |