| OK First off, you a bitch nigga
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| Only reason I’m doin this
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| I’ma jus' name 5 reasons real quick, got a hundred fifty
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| First, you stole Roc-A-Fella from Dame
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| Second, you stole Kanye from Dame
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| Third, you stole Roc-A-Wear from Dame
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| Forth, I seen the nigga throw that diamond up
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| Before them shots was fired
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| Fifth, hold on, turn the beat off
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| I had to turn the beat off for this
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| You talkin' bout you a 80's baby
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| You 37 years old, you was born in 1968 and I open the daily news
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| How’s the king of new york rocking sandals with jeans?
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| Open toe sandals with choncletas with jeans on
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| How’s the king of New York rocking sandals
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| With jeans and he 42 years old?
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| Back to business
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| You ain’t the only one with big wallets
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| Got it, my shits brollic, dot it
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| But your publishing should go to Mrs. Wallace
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| Honest. |
| Stealing +BIG+ shit, he made 2 albums, you wildin'
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| And he can’t dress dog who styled 'em
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| It was Roc-a-Wear, when Dame had it
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| Now you got it, call it +Cock-a-wear+
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| (you got it on) huh not in here (nope)
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| Dead it pronto, you won’t see a car. |
| No
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| Dame and Biggs bitch for years, now you Juan hoe
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| (Go to Lennox and Broadway you dumb ass nigga)
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| He own the 40 40 got you in Atlantic City
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| Bitched your budget outta baseline, goddamn it’s pretty
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| You love a Harlem nigga we get it cookin' it’s true
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| But now I look we got more dudes in Brooklyn then you
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| Appar-ently right? |
| Down in Jeezy video
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| I shoulda kissed you on the cheek
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| You a pretty ho (ask Weezy, Weezy was there)
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| At Jaz video you starred in it, Peter Pan (Hawaiian Sophie)
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| I was hopping off the greyhound, Peter Pan
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| (Call him Hawaiian Sophie from now on)
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| How could he be the man? |
| (huh)
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| Only reason fam I don’t suck dick or kiss ass and I’m consided, damn
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| But we hawk yo, right where you walk ho (right where you walk)
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| You can fool the rest of the world long as New York know
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| We put you underground clown ain’t gone check to sell-us (cellars)
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| I know he 40 years old, I don’t respect my elders
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| I respect the hustlers, plus the grinders and the sellers
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| Yous a customer buster, here go jet propellers
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| You gotta hate us the way we getting this paper
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| All my niggas is coming strait from minimum wages
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| Niggas dick ridin the dips steady tryin' to play us
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| (Quit trying to spray us)
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| But for robbery we gotta new flavor (DipSet)
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| In 40th niggas we tote them guns (DipSet)
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| This is 40th nigga we from the slums (DipSet)
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| Pushin forty nigga you not the one
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| It’s Killa Season holla at a nigga cause here it come
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| Killa! |
| Let’s go
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| Who can fuck with me? |
| No mammal, but we tote handles
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| Atcha open toe sandals, and you look like Joe Camel
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| (go smoke some cigarettes)
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| Off of Rocafella right? |
| no contact
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| But Busta fly joints, they put us out the contract
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| I left the label right, lot of cats wonder how
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| Every time I diss that label I get fined a hundred thou'
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| Jus for tellin' y’all I get fined a hundred thou' (This is crazy)
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| Huh them cats are ill, 5 times a half a mil
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| Wanna play like a bumper sticker smack a grill
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| Paul Wall cap a grill but them cats are daffy dills
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| (put flowers on them niggas)
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| East coast west coast slang yo cap ya peel
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| Down in Houston ask B I’ma mack forreal
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| Heck you tell me, respect, better dwell me
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| Beyonce fiance, check my 2nd LP (check my second album)
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| I might bring it back, that’s your girl, that’s your world
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| Had the thing, fucking singing bout slinging crack (word)
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| Mr. Rocafella stop, stop, stop it fellas (stop)
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| Still got our acapellas, but I will Akinel her
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| «Put it in ya mouth-Put it in ya mouth»
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| It ain’t my fault I’m raw
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| I’m sorry B but I want a war
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| And he stabbed «Un» (Lance Rivera)
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| Over Charli Baltimore (fucking fagot)
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| Sucker for love, nuh-nuh sucker for love
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| Killa bitch go to trial handy stuff in the glove
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| I’ma hop in the bed
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| Dog gon' jus' pop off her head (you know what is is)
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| Tell «Oh Jay-Z chill, Cochran is dead»
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| Y’all niggas don’t want it with us man
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| This just round one, 15 rounds B
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| We ready you ain’t gone bluff us at no concert
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| Sell out twenty five thou'
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| Actin like you gon' diss us
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| You got anthrax over there man, and we George Bush man
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| You ain’t gone Sadam Hussein it
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| Acting like you got something over there
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| You doing what Ma$e did, you making super songs man
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| Let it out man, we ready for 15 rounds man |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song You Gotta Love It, artist - Max B. Album song Library of a Legend, Vol. 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп