| It’s what ya all been waitin for,
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| It’s what ya all been waitin for,
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| It’s what ya all been waitin for, ain’t it?
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| What people payin paper for?
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| Murder, cold blooded murder,
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| Cold blooded murder,
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| My money on the line,
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| Murder was the case that they gave me,
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| Getting shot up, then he got up,
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| Came back then he lit the spot up,
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| Homie hit the chart up
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| Moroccan boy, you sloppy boy,
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| 3 chains on, I be Rocky boy,
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| Packs out the lobby boy,
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| Nigga you can read on, each dream on,
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| French, got my feet on,
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| With money I can lean on,
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| Canary chain cold but still keep the heat on,
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| Your bitch with the raccoon vest, Peter Pete on
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| Catch me at the game, hard wood where my feet on,
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| Lookin for an actress on my wood I could skeet on,
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| Mansion on the other hand, live from the mother land,
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| 2 straps on, east side where you rumbling,
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| Murder, cold blooded murder,
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| Cold blooded murder,
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| My money on the line,
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| Murder was the case that they gave me,
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| It’s what ya all been waitin for,
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| It’s what ya all been waitin for,
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| It’s what ya all been waitin for, ain’t it?
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| What people payin paper for?
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| Alfred Hitchcock, two fist fight
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| Caught a nigga slippin for his chain and his wrist watch,
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| Murder was the case that they gave me,
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| I can’t believe my boo bout to have my baby,
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| Uh, you out of luck, mercedes truck,
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| Pull up, distance, shoot better,
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| Ducking from the knocks, Elz near Crotona park,
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| Out of control, now a nigga go control him up,
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| Shoot outs and move out, ask to break last,
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| 9th floor seats, talkin to the bench players,
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| Tell the mic baby, it’s my city,
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| Lead the game, hit green house, me and Diddy,
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| Murder, cold blooded murder,
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| Cold blooded murder,
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| My money on the line,
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| Murder was the case that they gave me,
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| It’s what ya all been waitin for,
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| It’s what ya all been waitin for,
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| It’s what ya all been waitin for, ain’t it?
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| What people payin paper for? |