| No niggas want these problems
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| Young real niggas and we balling
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| My poker face, I’m going all in
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| From Chicago back to Harlem
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| These niggas can’t fuck with us
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| These niggas can’t fuck with us
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| From Chicago back to Harlem
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| These niggas can’t fuck with us
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| I be going hard with my Chicago niggas
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| If it’s beef, fold 'em up, make 'em a taco nigga
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| Keep that trigger like a motherfucking problem nigga
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| The more I rev it up the quicker bodies dropping nigga
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| My pockets cheesy, lasagna nigga
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| My neck clear, vodka nigga
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| I’m eating good, Benihana nigga
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| Still selling white, Pina Colada nigga
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| My new connect, he got it like he Pablo nigga
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| You gon' rob who? |
| You a liar nigga
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| Fast money, never slowing up
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| These niggas can’t fuck with us
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| Bang bang, anyway
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| Ya these niggas know what’s up with us
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| See Cabrini Greens, went and tore 'em down
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| Like 9/11 my 911, the roof fall down
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| On the southside, north troop king
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| Let the birds fly, like two wings
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| I’m a man, all we need in this life man is two things
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| Balls and his word, that’s true thing
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| You know 300, like O Block
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| Them my young niggas, them 300 in your whole block
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| Fly nigga, simply, gold watch
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| Summertime, And One’s
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| No socks with the holes jock
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| At the top there’s a lot of fuck niggas
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| But them niggas know I don’t give a fuck nigga
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| I be going hard for my Harlem niggas
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| Talk to them, that A.K. |
| taking parts of niggas
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| My shooters ain’t gon' argue with you
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| I just bought a chopper, it but tardy with you
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| Juelz in the cut, and my nigga Fredo
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| Be cool before your t-shirt turn into a dago
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| My youngin’s in the field, shawty they don’t play though
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| And I love New York, like my nigga Tello
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| I just spend a chicken on my bridal bitch
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| Bitch I pack a punch, on some Tyson shit
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| And I run my city and I’m liking it
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| Bitch I run my city and I’m liking it |