| Ay I’m focused now, they notice now
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| Shorty to ride with me you got to hold this down
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| But you ain’t got to worry cause we run this town
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| A nigga run up on me will get his ass gunned down…
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| «You know the deal, it’s all about a Dollar Bill
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| You know the deal, it’s all about a Dollar Bill
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| You know the deal, it’s all about a Dollar Bill
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| Get dough fo’reals, the only way that I can chill»
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| Uh, niggas won’t understand 'til they man fall
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| From a exit wound big as a handball, damn y’all
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| Can a nigga spend a mill
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| For a house on the hill as tall as a Ferris wheel?
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| Niggas better chill — for the Barretta peel
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| Knock off your head and ill, whole bunch of red’ll spill
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| Nigga I’m rollin' up, system blowin', hater’s glowin' up — frozen up
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| Range Rover truck color Coconut
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| I used to be broke ass fuck, 'til I woke 'em up
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| I’ll show you how to choke a slut, get in her throat and gut
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| Then it’s back to postin' up, wheels pokin' out
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| Smoke about enough to have you gaspin' and chokin' out
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| I — do what I wanna when I wanna ball when it’s summer
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| Leave out the club, squeeze 'em all in the Hummer
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| Stitching in the seats, interior Peanut Butter
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| Brand new Pelle Pelle, Nine-millimeter under
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| Focused now, they notice now
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| Shorty to ride with me you got to hold this down
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| But you ain’t got to worry cause we run this town
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| A nigga run up on me will get his ass gunned down…
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| «You know the deal, it’s all about a Dollar Bill
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| You know the deal, it’s all about a Dollar Bill
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| You know the deal, it’s all about a Dollar Bill
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| Get dough fo’reals, the only way that I can chill»
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| Uh, Banks is back yeah the punchline boy
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| You’ve got to be a millionaire to touch my toy
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| I figured, I’ll let the haters see it one more time
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| I skied off zero to sixty in three-point-nine
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| Besides, I gotta make the jewellery store on time
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| I look like I bought the jewellery store this time
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| And it’s hard to live like a Rap Star on the cover
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| I got three Magnums — the gun, the car, the rubber
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| I got a fur fetish, a three-quarter cut habbit
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| Nigga that ain’t chinchilla, it’s plucked parrot
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| Park rabbit, go find your heart faggot
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| I pray niggas find your foot and toe tag it
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| There ain’t never a drought, I got the sour on tour
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| So raw I gotta hotel towel the door
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| Hoes all around the hotel piled to the floor
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| They done followed your boy since two-thousand and four
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| I’m focused now, they notice now
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| Shorty to ride with me you got to hold this down
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| But you ain’t got to worry cause we run this town
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| A nigga run up on me will get his ass gunned down…
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| «You know the deal, it’s all about a Dollar Bill
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| You know the deal, it’s all about a Dollar Bill
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| You know the deal, it’s all about a Dollar Bill
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| Get dough fo’reals, the only way that I can chill»
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| From here on out it’s manslaughter for the masses
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| And classics courtesy of Mr. Mathers
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| You bastards heard of me I get the cash
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| It’s the American way I go to bed with the 'K
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| I got red, blue and white don’t even ask about ice
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| I look like a cop car flashin' his lights
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| All he want to do is chit chat and make tapes about him
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| 'Til they lost like Malcolm before the Nation got him
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| I dun timbaland tan the coup, my wrist chunky like Campbells soup
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| Niggas shoot, I done been around the world
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| And I’m right here you won’t hurt me
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| I’ll put your ass on ice yeah — cold turkey
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| I’m blowin' Purple — the Haze mixed with Hershey
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| I done gave you style, now reimburse me
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| And it ain’t no more love you get the «Birdie»
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| I’mma be in the number one spot 'til I’m thirty, ya heard me?
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| Focused now, they notice now
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| Shorty to ride with me you got to hold this down
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| But you ain’t got to worry cause we run this town
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| A nigga run up on me will get his ass gunned down…
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| «You know the deal, it’s all about a Dollar Bill
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| You know the deal, it’s all about a Dollar Bill
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| You know the deal, it’s all about a Dollar Bill
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| Get dough fo’reals, the only way that I can chill» |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song You Know The Deal , by - Lloyd Banks. Song from the album Rotten Apple, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп