| Yeah, Yeah
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| Yeah, Yeah
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| Uh, Lotta money in here
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| Uh, Terror Squad
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| Now and forever
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| Top of the world, Tun
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| Yeah, uh Yeah, uh They call me Joey Crack my name’ll never be forgotten
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| livin’in the NY city thats rotten
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| niggas on the block still screamin’and plottin'
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| Wonderin’if my squad gon stop bubblin'
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| But we not cuz we all still shinin'
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| You average, We floss four karat diamonds
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| Layin’up in the plushes suite
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| Wit the thuggish freaks
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| She love to eat plus bust the heat
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| We touch the streets wit the same principles
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| Everyday gotta get this cash know it makes sense to you
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| Joe Crack one in a million
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| Get cash from drug deals
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| But still keep the weapons concealed
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| build wit the gods
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| todays madd fast cars
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| who copped what and got shot comin’out the bar
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| My repitore is far beyond belief
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| Y’all ain’t much to me Honestly you can’t fuck wit me
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| (Chorus)-Big Pun
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| It’s my life, my money, my world
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| My girls, TS electrify the sky like the 3rd rail
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| Want us to fail cuz you on our dick
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| But as long as every song is rich you can’t tell me shit
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| We been doin’this since Prince was the bomb
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| Before he changed his name and started making wack songs
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| Before the trigger talk and the heat wit chalk
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| was our last resort and niggas took it to the streets
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| I live the plush life
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| Nothing on my wrist but crushed ice
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| Bumpin’the heist in the GS wit the bug lights
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| Just the life that the playa portrays
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| Lookin’laced in my FJ560's
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| It’s many ways that we gon get it Look how many years we don did it cop land and build a home in it That’s all I ever wanted dreamed of create a mean buzz
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| Slick C.R.E.A.M. |
| and show my team love
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| You see us on B.E.T.
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| Rockin’ice blue suits pardon the jewlery
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| Is the same fat kid from the Ave of Trinity
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| It’s been around three years since my last LP
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| But it gets no better than this
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| consecutive hits
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| You on some Jealous Ones Envy shit
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| conpetitive bitch
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| I got my enemies mapped out
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| No doubt
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| take the leer jet to Cali theres a party up at Shaq’s house
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| You don’t wanna compare counts pull ya stash out
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| the ultraviolet from my ice will make you pass out
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| My niggas force black outs
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| shoot up ya skate key
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| You love to hate me pushin’the dope ass ride doin’a hundred-eighty
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| (Chorus)-Big Pun
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| (Ad-lib til end)
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| Yeah, gon ride for you
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| Yeah, uh, uh, uh Gon ride for you
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| Gon ride for you (Ha, Ha, Ha, Huh)
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| Yeah, We gon ride for you
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| We gon ride for you
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| Yeah, We gon ride for you, motherfuckin’gon ride for you
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| Ha, yeah, Everybody in the struggle
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| Hold ya head baby, Uh Yeah, Charli Rock LD, Big Surge, Big Frank, Big O Huh, We gon ride for you, best believe I’ma ride for you
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| Ha, ha, yeah I’m gon ride for you, best believe we gon ride for you
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| Terror Squad, 9−8, New Millenium
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| Joey Crack, realness
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| 1 (7X's)
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| Tony Montana, Yeah what |