| Yellow canary, tennis bracelet necklace, knahmsayin?
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| Three quarter black mink; |
| shades, canaries in both ears
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| Knahmsayin? |
| Black Phantom, triple black, with the oak wood
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| Gucci shoes, that’s how I play
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| Hold up, I don’t gamble, I don’t play no craps
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| I was taught early on don’t jeapordize the stacks
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| Before I open my mouth, I get all the facts
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| I could never fall off, it’s too many hot tracks
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| I’m affiliated with too many hot cats
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| To end up, crawlin out of a hole in Iraq
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| Try to topple my regime
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| You end up in need of a scalpel to your spleen
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| Is there a medic on the scene?
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| Easy children, Queens is in the buildin
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| That blank look on your grill’ll get filled in
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| Slow down baby, you actin like a clown homes
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| You get your fronts remodeled like a brownstone
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| You hear my heat rock comin through your sheetrock
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| It means you’re OD’n homeboy, here come the detox
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| I get my swagger on, proud as a peacock
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| Bars is hot, beats is pumpin like a box
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| Shake it baby shake it
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| If you a real O.G. |
| put your hands in the air with me, c’mon
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| Shake it baby shake it
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| Young ladies in the spot, if you came up in the place to rock, c’mon
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| Shake it baby shake it
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| Divided we fall, stay together and forever we ball, c’mon
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| Shake it baby shake it
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| You do it for the gangsters
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| I do it for the ladies, but it’s all money baby
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| They pay me so much it’s hard for them to swallow
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| When you got 'em by the balls, their hearts and minds follow
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| Pay yourself first, that’s one of my main mottos
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| Picture Bill Gates on the block dodgin hollows
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| I can’t see it player that’s beneath my vision
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| I’m beyond focused, every decision is made with precision
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| It seems like greed’s the world religion
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| But L want cake, save the crumbs for the pidgeons
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| Black man, get the flies outcha eyes
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| You can’t cause where you born but you affect where you die
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| Until that day, health and welfare, cheers
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| And after my wake, the hood’ll talk, man listen here
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| He kept a mink and canaries in his ears
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| Like the Enterprise rollin over stars for years
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| Spit bars for years, kept hot cars for years
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| The dice was loaded but he beat the odds for years, uh-huh!
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| To be or not to be the man, that’s the question
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| Got a vision in my mind, I can see that I’m destined
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| To lean up in the backseat, givin directions
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| Sweep the block clean as November elections
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| On the Blackberry readin cash flow quadrant
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| Brim to the side, my gorillas is bonded
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| CLS Vision, four Hummers behind it
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| You forgot I’m from Queens? |
| You can get reminded
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| I’m a man’s man, when you chumps gon' learn
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| If you play with fire you get poured in a urn
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| You must have been puffin on blunts of sherm
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| All my albums is platinum, it’s been confirmed
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| I’m more than a symbol of sex, I get respect
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| For livin in the hills but still keepin it mad real
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| Stay on course, the boss crush obstacles
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| You burnin me, two words: im-possible
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| Like I said
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| Yellow canary tennis on the neck
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| Three quarter black mink
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| Gucci hat to the side, shades
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| Gucci shoes, baggy jeans
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| Black Phantom, oak wood
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| That’s how I play
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| Yeah
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| (Shake it baby shake it)
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| You do it for the gangsters
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| I do it for the ladies, but it’s all money baby |