| NYCL nigga, comin' up big this year
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| Anybody fuckin' with me, they gettin' it
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| Boom, boom, brr-boom!
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| Duane Reed nigga, rackin' all them brews (All them brews)
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| Now, I’m smokin' loud in the stu' (In the stu')
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| Posted with a knife, Mickeey got the tool (Got the tool)
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| Tell me that I’m pussy, what about you? |
| (What about you?)
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| On my bike, reppin' in my Prada boots (My Prada boots)
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| Spin the block, lookin' for the men in blue (Men in blue)
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| Fuck the law, I don’t listen to the rules (To the rules)
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| I expect the worst, I don’t assume (I don’t assume)
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| Been through niggas tryna fuck with the crew (What?)
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| Tryna act tough, but you a fool (You a fool)
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| Knife tucked, I ain’t gonna fight you (No, no)
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| If you want, my aim’s poppin' too
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| Boom-boom, gettin' cash what I do (Yeah)
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| My fingers sticky like some glue (Like some)
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| Gettin' cash what I do (What I do)
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| My fingers sticky like some glue (Sticky like some glue)
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| Duane Reed nigga, rackin' all them brews (All them brews)
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| Now, I’m smokin' loud in the stu' (In the stu')
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| Posted with a knife, Mickey got the tool (Got the tool)
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| Tell me that I’m pussy, what about you?
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| What about you?
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| What about you? |