| Just Blaze, you a rebel
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| On this beat nigga, uh
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| Once again back is the incredible
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| The incredible
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| Stop the presses, I’m back, cook Coke, that is
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| Crack, ain’t been gone before a week
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| And still the fiends line up for blocks till it ain’t no space
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| Pile high to the top of the Empire State
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| Crack once again so you know it
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| Ain’t been this much hype since that Nas and that Hov shit
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| Coke spit, the fo' fifth chrome spit
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| Doe getter since I was small, no better than yours
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| Truly just check the suicide doors
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| Thirty inch grill and that black mink floor
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| Lookin' back I did the shit to death
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| I guess I ain’t killin' it this rhyme, I’m here to raise the dead
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| I’m here to raise the stakes this time it’s ten mill
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| Supply the sink ill, ship five and then build
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| And I’m Joe Crack, BX finest
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| Do rewind this Terror Squad behind this
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| I got the streets on smash
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| Niggas on the corner watching me roll past
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| The bitches they all gasp saying
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| Once again, back is the incredible
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| Damn right
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| (The incredible, the incredible)
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| I got the heat on blast
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| Love the seats reclining on that mean G4
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| 'Cause down in New York they saying
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| Once again, back is the incredible
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| Damn right
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| (The incredible, the incredible)
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| Dope man, dope man, I got that coke man
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| Brother Joe, man the king of the streets
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| TS, we incredibly credible like Stun said
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| It was inevitable the metal was 'gon bump heads
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| And you know that K go chop, chop, chop
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| In broad daylight right in front of the One Stop Shop
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| I’m from Misery Boulevard, right across the street
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| From I Hope You Die Place, in school, study the crime rate
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| That’s when it became apparent to me
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| That the pimps and hustlers be apparent to me
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| I plead innocent your honor
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| I’m just a product of the streets, product of some beef
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| Product of that Cappadonna Armani three piece
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| Problem is when I win, my team eats
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| But wait, just think the opposite of that
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| You’ll be starin' down the opposite side of them gats, nigga
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| I got the streets on smash
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| Niggas on the corner watching me roll past
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| The bitches they all gasp saying
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| Once again, back is the incredible
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| Damn right
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| (The incredible, the incredible)
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| I got the heat on blast
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| Love the seats reclining on that mean G4
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| 'Cause down in New York they saying
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| Once again, back is the incredible
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| Damn right
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| (The incredible, the incredible)
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| Yo, now have you ever felt the metal to your melon, it just cock back?
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| Ask for the money and drugs, and you ain’t got that
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| Where the cops at? |
| Prayin' that they comin'
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| Just a few seconds your brains be layin' on your stomach
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| On my waist you know I got keep that oven
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| For ya ginger bread pie ass niggas
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| The heat’s running on high, Joe Crack I
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| Bake the cake and serve you niggas humble pie
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| I got the streets on smash
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| Niggas on the corner watching me roll past
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| The bitches they all gasp saying
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| Once again, back is the incredible
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| Damn right
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| (The incredible, the incredible)
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| I got the heat on blast
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| Love the seats reclining on that mean G4
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| 'Cause down in New York they saying
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| Once again, back is the incredible
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| The incredible, the incredible
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| Yeah, Cook, just Blaze
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| You a rebel on this beat nigga
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| Cool & Dre, LV, Street Runner, Pete Novacaine
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| Khalid, Khalid Khalid Khalid Khalid, New York |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Safe 2 Say (The Incredible) , by - Fat Joe. Song from the album All Or Nothing, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп