| Walked up Dr. Jay’s, five niggas with K’s
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| Son, they feelin' ya waves, it’s like mayonaisse
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| Old people love you, corns on they feet
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| Fifteen, twenty deep, you walked in, cross streets
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| Walk 'em through red lights, Shaolin through Crown Heights
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| Even had 'em on bikes, they was starting fights
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| New Year’s had 'em all drunk, lazy eye Milton
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| Found a pump, tired of busting 'em
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| Scotty snatched Janet’s wig off, that night, shit got hectic
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| Barbara Jean fuckin' old man Shet
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| Good God, shit’s real as a fuck, throw a buck
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| On Chuckle-Up, Thunderbird in cuffs
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| Skeeter with no teeth, night train lips
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| Beefin' with police, Grady hit knees
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| Dude blew a bag with him, he got butt naked in the 'villes
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| Plus he fucked a whitey in the hill
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| Throw a buck on, Chuckle-Up, Thunderbird in cuffs |