| Dipset
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| It’s more than just music
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| You know the rest
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| Jones, nigga
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| Try to blackball me, so I ask 'em where the hoop at (ballin')
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| Then in SOHO in LA, askin' the valet where the coupe at
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| (What up with that?)
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| 80 for the jet that meet with Jay and then I flew back (facts)
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| The Ace of Spade they put up on my tab, a extra two stacks
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| Signin' my deal, they asked if I would sign for a mil' (for what?)
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| I ask them why would I do that when I already signed for a mil' (You hear me?)
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| I’m a contract killer, bitch, had to sign up to kill (B-b-boom!)
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| Put you on the boom list, the homies’ll line you for real (FACTS!)
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| But I’m tryna just chill, 'cause my mind is too ill (Oh)
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| Don’t provoke 'em too much, 'cause we commit crimes for the thrill (Grrr) I’m a
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| fuckin' bandit, you under-fuckin-stand it? |
| (you hear me)
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| I run with G’s, nigga, fuck who the fuck you ran with (Fuck 'em)
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| New York City, home of the pretty women (Harlem what’s up?)
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| Where you gotta get the dough before you get the women
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| (Get your money up)
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| Middle of the winter, I’m buyin' shit to swim in (facts nigga)
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| Nigga, you just buyin' them cars that my niggas been in
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| So there was once upon a time when them niggas tried to kill us
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| Started gettin' money, so them bitches start to feel us (hey baby)
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| DA told the judge they a bunch of drug dealers (fuck 'em)
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| Throwin' up gang signs like they on them four wheelers (Eastside)
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| So there was once upon a time when them niggas tried to kill us
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| Started gettin' money, so them bitches start to feel us (hey baby)
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| DA told the judge they a bunch of drug dealers (fuck 'em)
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| Throwin' up gang signs like they on them four wheelers (Eastside)
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| I-I, I got acres in the boonies, I remember it was gloomy
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| And I only had five on it, somethin' like the Luniz
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| Now the Maybach is roomy, spent a 100K in Bloomies
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| But I got my own clothes (3 million I made in Zumiez, baby!)
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| Legend, I maneuver cars (true)
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| Who want smoke? |
| I have it lookin' like a hookah bar
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| Superstar, car ceiling lookin' like Mars, Venus, Jupiter
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| Pull strings like Garth Brooks on a new guitar
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| We the shit, we the shit, some foul manure
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| Long live the Set, GLORY GLORY HALLELUJAH!
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| Welcome back to the hallway loiterers (hello)
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| I made mils off the white girl, I exploited her (fact)
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| No disrespectin' the ladies, words from my team (why?)
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| That’s the reason Dame smacked Harvey Weinstein (pervert)
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| On the set of Paid In Full, y’all gave him hell about it
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| Some foul shit happened once, Capo, tell 'em about it
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| So there was once upon a time when them niggas tried to kill us
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| Started gettin' money, so them bitches start to feel us (hey baby)
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| DA told the judge they a bunch of drug dealers (fuck 'em)
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| Throwin' up gang signs like they on them four wheelers (Eastside)
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| So there was once upon a time when them niggas tried to kill us
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| Started gettin' money, so them bitches start to feel us (hey baby)
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| DA told the judge they a bunch of drug dealers (fuck 'em)
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| Throwin' up gang signs like they on them four wheelers (Eastside) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Once Upon A Time , by - Jim Jones. Song from the album Vampire Life, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп