| Can’t be scaring nickel’s down
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| Got a problem tell me now (Wassup)
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| Only thing that’s on my mind
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| Is who gon' run this town tonight (Uh, wassup)
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| Is who gon' run this town tonight (Yeah, wassup, yeah)
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| We gon' run this town
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| We are, yeah, I said it, we are
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| This is Roc Nation, pledge your allegiance
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| Get ya’ll fatigues on, all black everything
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| Black cards, black cars, all black everything
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| And our girls are blackbirds, riding with they dillingers
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| I get more in-depth if you boys really real enough
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| This is La Familia, I’ll explain later
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| But for now, let me get back to this paper
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| I’m a couple bands down and I’m tryna get back
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| I gave doug a grip, I lost a flip for five stacks
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| Yeah, I’m talking five commas six zeroes dot zeros, here doug
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| Back to running circles round niggas, now we squared up
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| Hold up
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| Life’s a game but it’s not fair (Yeah)
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| I break the rules so I don’t care (Uh ha)
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| So I keep doing my own thing
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| Walking tall against the rain (Wassup)
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| Victorys within' the mile
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| Almost there, don’t give up now (Wassup)
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| Only thing that’s on my mind
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| Is who gon' run this town tonight
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| Hey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey, ey-ey-ey-ey
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| Hey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey, ey-ey-ey-ey
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| Is who gon' run this town tonight?
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| We are, yeah, I said it, we are
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| You can call me Caesar in a dark Caesar
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| Please follow the leader so Eric B we are
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| Microphone fiend it’s the return of the god, peace god (Uh, uh)
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| And ain’t nobody fresher I’m in Maison, uh, Martin Margiela
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| On the table screaming fuck the other side they jealous
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| We got a bankhead full of broads they got a table full of fellas (Ewww)
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| And they ain’t spendin' no cake they should throw
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| they hand in cause they ain’t got no spades (Ewww) |