| Yeah, check it Yo yeah I smoke weed now I don’t give a fuck
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| And I also tote guns in case my dram pop up It’s crew love I spit two at every few thugs
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| Fo doves blow dubs holdin eight snub
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| I hold it down my strip, goin nowhere
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| Flip two eightballs trick the dough on low gear
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| The next week two O’s gone
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| Nigga don’t prolong
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| Play the studio and get my flow on And sell weight on a later base
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| My older brother kept guns on his waist in case he air the place
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| And walk straight up on you fuckin crooked niggaz
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| Comin out ya mouth sideways like some rookie niggaz
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| I drink Henny mixed wit nothing
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| My weed and the dutch is somethin
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| What you niggaz sayin nuttin
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| It’s Bleek, controllin these streets holdin the heat
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| Reportin for my live niggaz just like me WHAT
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| Haha this is Roc-A-Fella for life
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| This is Roc-A-Fella for life
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| You know it’s crew love, Roc-A-Fella till we die
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| As long as you and I keep it movin like a drive-by
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| We could stack dough sky-high
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| Niggaz can’t touch what they can’t feel real recognize real
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| Crew love, Roc-A-Fella till we die
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| As long as you and I keep it movin like a drive-by
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| We could stack dough sky-high
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| Niggaz can’t touch what they can’t feel real recognize real
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| Yo, I set up shop wit nick rocks that’ll upset rookies
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| Make 'em slide like li’l dicks in wet pussy
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| Open up the whole strip, like Monopoly
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| Dare one of ya’ll to land on my property
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| Think you get some dough for my community chest?
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| Blaow blaow two to yo chest
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| Ya’ll niggaz can’t pass go cuz it cost to pass
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| Ya’ll niggaz cheap like Baltic Ave.
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| Type ta land on jail can’t pay your bail
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| Wanna borrow from the bank, nigga what you think
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| I’m the wrong one to lie to Shit I’m the man who supply who supply who supply YOU
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| And ya’ll a bunch talk money
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| I’m tryin to get it down for that motherfuckin boardwalk money
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| Two-brick money new blue six money
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| Paroo trip money flew in six money
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| Taj Mahal trips orange chips money
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| Long dick money all in yo bitch money
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| Flow like the flu and spit sick money
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| Peep hotty’s Roc-A-Fella wools route
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| All black mask down wit they tools out
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| Beanie mack I’ll move out
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| I had niggaz runnin from school pickin new routes
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| Then I’ll run and lick a shot make 'em move south
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| Switch up they last name get a new spouse
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| Scrambled up some down-payment for a new house
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| No matter where you go Mack gone find ya
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| I’m like a shadow nigga I’m right behind ya
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| I’ll blow out ya brains and won’t give ya no reminder
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| Me and my road dog
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| Been OG’s for so long
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| Spit raw rolled up niggaz can smoke on Shit I let 'em have it you faggots ain’t know my status
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| Fuckin with my mathematics you make us savage
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| Five nine one six O, light brown
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| M-E-M-P-H-I-S Bleek put it down
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| Its crew love, Roc-A-Fella till we die
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| As long as you and I keep it movin, nigga
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| Aiyyo I pray to the God MC to bless me Wit a ill ass flow and sick ass dough
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| Where it don’t make no sense that hundreds and cents and
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| Thousands of dollars ice freezes my collar
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| Where I need a turtle-neck to rock my check
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| And a pair of isotoners to rock my rings
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| Get the signin bonus know mack toppin them thangs
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| Flip twice rip that crew then I’m droppin my thang
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| Nigga it’s crew love |