| (Ya'll wanna live my lifestyle
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| Never seen a brick, never seen a crackhouse
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| Wanna a war with the Don have your techs out
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| Bring it on, and I’mma show you gangsta)
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| Yeah… ughh…right back at you motherfuckers… ughh…yeah.
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| Yo, Yo, I stand alone in this cold world, could you believe that?
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| I’ve seen some good men get blown over G-packs
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| In the Bronx where it’s known to hear the heat clap
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| And live niggas get it on with the D-techs, SHIT, my life’s legendary
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| If I wrote down all in a book it would be very scary
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| What you know 16 Beamers and Benzes
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| Rope chain down to my dick, the beef looks tremendous
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| Me and my niggas flip holes in bitches
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| Back then, when I wouldn’t even pose for bitches
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| A-YO, you can ask Dapper Dan who was the man
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| Back in 88, every other week tricked 30 grand
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| Even my bitches wore Gucci and Louie
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| My peeps already in the crowd looking for groupies to screw me
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| Exit the club, about to cruise up the block now
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| With the taj, stay frontin' with top down
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| See me in that new thing with my fiancee
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| Ass so fat, making you say «Muchos GRANDE»
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| Don’t blame me, blame them, the white folk
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| For giving me ten mil, for possessin' the tight flow
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| WHOA
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| Ya’ll wanna live my lifestyle
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| Never seen a brick, never seen a crackhouse
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| Wanna a war with the Don have your macs out
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| Bring it on, and I’m show you gangsta
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| Yeah, yeah, uh, yo, blow half your head off, leave you with brain damage
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| He got his shit rocked cause he didn’t pay homage
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| It’s the Don of this rap shit, go on with that wack shit
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| Heard you walked the dorm in a thong on your last bid
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| Joey Crack is, the most official
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| Toke the pistol for those who appose the issue
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| I hope I convinced you to back up, really you acted up, believe me
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| I could EASILY GET YOUR ASS TOUCHED
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| And that sucks, ain’t nobody could fuck with this
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| Pull a Suge move and make you take a bucket of piss
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| For runnin' your lips
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| Got the fifth stuck in your ribs, don’t make me…
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| Splash your lungs right in front of your kids
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| I’m a basketcase, don’t ever give this bastard space
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| Or I’mma have your ass erased
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| I’m from the Bronx amongst corrupt cops, we mothered this rap shit
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| But still don’t get enough props
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| All I hear is «Gangsta» you ain’t build like that
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| Don’t make me have to pull a tool and really tilt your cap
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| I’m from crills to crack
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| You’ve been dealin' with rap
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| You ain’t never run the streets, now I’m revealing your act
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| What the fuck
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| Ya’ll wanna live my lifestyle
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| Never seen a brick, never seen a crackhouse
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| Wanna a war with the Don have your techs out
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| Bring it on, and I’m show you gangsta |