| Let’s go Yeah, nigga
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| Good lookin' Rae that’s what I’m talkin' 'bout
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| It’s all good don’t worry about it
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| You feel what I’m sayin'? |
| Don’t worry about it
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| Yeah Word up, let’s go
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| You know how we gotta come at this niggas, man
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| Yeah, come on, yo
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| Stuck, y’all like gum underneath my kicks
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| Better move little fucks when the heat I’ll spit
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| The hammer clap like the ass on a meat-out chick
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| Dump clips like a triflin' ass bitch to drop
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| If you short you’re a chance in the box
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| But I ain’t lettin' you play with the guns in the club, I’m boothin' the ox
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| Got my eyes on the ho’s and I’m a peripheral
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| Got you cowards poppin' that Moe', my hand on the 'istol
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| Wild out, have a ball, you could drink 'til you 'url
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| Thought the Firewater was strong, the pound’ll leave you curled
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| On the floor, like a new born baby, God
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| What you mean «Is he dead?», what type of shit is leakin' out of his head?
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| When you cowards see the drama and it come to a head
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| I’m hittin' Rae up on the jacket, it ain’t much to be said
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| If it’s on, go without sayin' somethin', deliverin'
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| Visa verca, this is Havoc, baby, we those niggas (we those niggas)
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| All that money is us, now what’s fuckin' wit' us?
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| Ay yo all around hungry, that’s us and can’t get nothin' get it
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| Ay yo all that money, all them niggas
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| All them shorties, everybody yell, «All lovely»
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| All that money is us, now what’s fuckin' wit' us?
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| Ay yo all around hungry, that’s us, and can’t get nothin' get it
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| Ay yo all that money, all them niggas
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| All them shorties, everybody yell, «All lovely»
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| I chop meat out ya face, Daddy, gladly
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| Mad breeze on, rubberband currency and I splash ya visa
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| You know the code, yo Caesar low straddlers
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| Front Streets, cracks all in the front seat spazzin'
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| Imperial wizards, Staten
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| Knife game off the chain and I’m with four hundred with wagons yo
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| Live wires, shoot darts for bread
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| Any map, I assist that, I’m holdin' it, all niggas dead
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| What? |
| Battle for cake and fuck wizzes
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| We do it straight business, all mount ride, ain’t no fake niggas
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| Reminisce, spit faces
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| Pissin' on the fake little swindler’s list, Rae gave them niggas cake
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| Battle the gun, you’re wildin'
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| I might levitatate well, I might take ya shit, push up, stylin' it
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| Oxes, reefers, police need us
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| The regime of Shaolin with Queens re-up
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| Fuckin' with the poisonous hand
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| Remember y’all, no commercial, I hurt you, yo go get ya mans
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| All that money is us, now what’s fuckin' wit' us?
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| Ay yo all around hungry, that’s us and can’t get nothin' get it
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| Ay yo all that money, all them niggas
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| All them shorties, everybody yell, «All lovely»
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| All that money is us, now what’s fuckin' wit' us?
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| Ay yo all around hungry, that’s us and can’t get nothin' get it
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| Ay yo all that money, all them niggas
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| All them shorties, everybody yell, «All lovely»
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| Ay yo select me, Gucci sneaker recipe
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| Not the S dot Carters, no disrespect but respect me
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| One of the top five gangstas alive
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| My element is just the Elliott Ness, niggas who hide
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| Yo, I ran from some niggas that was police
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| These niggas heard about me bringin' marked money in, I had the whole East
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| I’ve been the greatest, been flippin' the latest
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| Somethin' like the new haggler on the Ave., ham it up, pullin' haze
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| And all the young niggas praise me
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| It’s like the talent of the Six Million Dollar Man, 'yana pace
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| Come on, banana squeeze, aim at these Caravans
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| Heard he had his man and that ugly Keish'
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| Comin' from a galaxy of hood, hard real people gettin' ki’s
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| Fuck wit' the media, it’s all good
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| All that money is us, now what’s fuckin' wit' us?
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| Ay yo all around hungry, that’s us and can’t get nothin' get it
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| Ay yo all that money, all them niggas
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| All them shorties, everybody yell, «All lovely»
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| All that money is us, now what’s fuckin' wit' us?
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| Ay yo all around hungry, that’s us and can’t get nothin' get it
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| Ay yo all that money, all them niggas
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| All them shorties, everybody yell, «All lovely» |