| Shoot ‘em up leave ‘em there and clear the room.
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| Nigga all I hear is (chick pow)
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| So give it up now,
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| That’s the type of shit
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| That happens in my town.
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| Nigga all you do is (click clack),
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| Listen fuck that,
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| All that bullshit hesitating get you clapped.
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| All I know is (zoom bang),
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| Letting my nuts hang,
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| Out to get it,
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| Best believe I do my thing
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| (yo its Staten Nigga)
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| Hanz roll.
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| Buzz swoll.
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| Don’t be understanding
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| How these corny niggas bold.
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| Life told,
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| Screenplay graphic
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| When it unfold.
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| Running with them killas
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| Made his heart cold.
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| Lights strobe.
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| Cameras on him walking
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| Through the threshold.
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| Spanish bitches yelling
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| Dame beso’s.
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| Watch glowed,
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| Earlobes frozen
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| But we seek gold.
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| Mr. Barka.
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| Yup, yup, beast mode.
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| Meth labs, bishop in the city,
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| Get them grips grabbed,
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| Run up do him greasy,
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| You’ll be shot, stabbed,
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| Got it looking easy,
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| Have ‘em zipped, bagged,
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| To the morgue motherfucker.
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| Cash rules,
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| So we berry everything.
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| General smash fumes,
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| Dark Henny everything.
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| Peep the math,
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| Jewels yo we built for the struggle,
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| Hanz on, nuff said,
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| Bout his bread.
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| Boy trouble.
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| (Bang Zoom) Them hammers go boom
|
| Shoot ‘em up leave ‘em there and clear the room.
|
| Nigga all I hear is (chick pow)
|
| So give it up now,
|
| That’s the type of shit
|
| That happens in my town.
|
| Nigga all you do is (click clack),
|
| Listen fuck that,
|
| All that bullshit hesitating get you clapped.
|
| All I know is (zoom bang),
|
| Letting my nuts hang,
|
| Out to get it,
|
| Best believe I do my thing
|
| (yo its Staten Nigga)
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| Meth man, yes Hanz,
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| Twenty years of love,
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| They been throwing up them dubs,
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| That’s respect, damn,
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| Money, sex, drugs,
|
| You’ll get stretched, blam,
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| Tec nine up in the club,
|
| That’s a tec jam,
|
| Can’t wait to see him go,
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| Make ‘em hate to see me blow.
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| I’m a label CEO
|
| Minus the yes man,
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| Rick Rubin with the spliff,
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| That could spit it Ludacris,
|
| Minus the Def Jam.
|
| Mean while, stick ya for ya cream
|
| Red beam (chi-ca-bloow),
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| Another John Coffey on that Green Mile.
|
| Get it how I’m living,
|
| Got an ounce of Steve Rifkind,
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| That’s that green loud.
|
| Yes sir, no child left behind,
|
| Pump your brakes (scrrrrrrrr)
|
| Snitching in the kitchen you’ll get baked served,
|
| My life is like a movie,
|
| All groovy I mean its all Gucci (burrrr)
|
| (Bang Zoom) Them hammers go boom
|
| Shoot ‘em up leave ‘em there and clear the room.
|
| Nigga all I hear is (chick pow)
|
| So give it up now,
|
| That’s the type of shit
|
| That happens in my town.
|
| Nigga all you do is (click clack),
|
| Listen fuck that,
|
| All that bullshit hesitating get you clapped.
|
| All I know is (zoom bang),
|
| Letting my nuts hang,
|
| Out to get it,
|
| Best believe I do my thing
|
| (yo its Staten Nigga)
|
| Streetlife, goon, platoon,
|
| Locked reloaded, bang zoom.
|
| Gee coated,
|
| From the womb to the tomb.
|
| I’m married to the game,
|
| This my honeymoon.
|
| Yes, I do,
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| Forever Wu,
|
| Loyalty is royalty
|
| Cream blue.
|
| Code red, dangerous ground,
|
| Street I’m heaven sent
|
| But I’m hell bound.
|
| Top five, hands down,
|
| Staten popular son.
|
| Peace lounge, crown fitted for the king,
|
| I am, I suggest, you play the wing man.
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| Shine like a diamond,
|
| Like bling blam.
|
| God body watch a nigga go ham.
|
| Lifestyle episodes of Gangland.
|
| Thirty six shots from the chamber blam…
|
| (Bang Zoom) Them hammers go boom
|
| Shoot ‘em up leave ‘em there and clear the room.
|
| Nigga all I hear is (chick pow)
|
| So give it up now,
|
| That’s the type of shit
|
| That happens in my town.
|
| Nigga all you do is (click clack),
|
| Listen fuck that,
|
| All that bullshit hesitating get you clapped.
|
| All I know is (zoom bang),
|
| Letting my nuts hang,
|
| Out to get it,
|
| Best believe I do my thing
|
| (yo its Staten Nigga) |