| Ay yo, I hop out the car
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| Women gather 'round like «Oh my God, he’s in my iPod»
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| Peace to the god, sayonara bitches
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| There’s no second time around like Shalamar
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| Hit the New York bar, high on the broccoli
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| Then hit Queens for a queen like King Jaffe
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| Sixteens I go off like Biz Markie
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| Sixteen rounds, I buck like Milwaukee
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| Come on ride, it sounds like homicide
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| All you marks will know it’s the other guys
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| Gettin' fly while rap is in danger
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| Six guns, one man, thirty six chambers
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| Brick city on board like a campaign
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| And we ain’t drinkin' 'less Don is the champagne
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| Got flows more looser than your spare change
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| Look dummy, we ain’t never in the same lane
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| Either go hard or go home
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| You know a nigga like me keeping that chrome
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| hittin' my phone
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| You know a nigga like me’ll go hard
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| I go hard, I go hard, I go hard, I go hard
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| I go hard, I go hard, I go hard, I go hard
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| Hey, the same chick I tell you you pop lockin'
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| That’s the same chick you take to go shopping
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| Young niggas
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| Leave 'em talkin' through the box like Troutman
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| That’s why nigga act so hood
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| I roll up looking at you like «what»
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| I can’t lie but I like to floss
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| New Eras on, in motion
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| Hot chicks love it how I kick it and coach 'em
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| They’ll do whatever, I’m richer than both of 'em
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| Vegas, I may get eleven on a ocean
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| Woah, can’t do it then allow me
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| I show y’all a real cannon, body
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| I yell «Action"no
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| And
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| Yo, how you gonna find another nigga like me
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| Even my inner-like me doesn’t like me
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| I’m so cocky wanna mock me
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| But their styles sloppy like als in ta swap meet
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| Your barbershops' gettin' faded
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| Finally the weakest links get eliminated
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| All you young boys that yellin' out «We made it»
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| How you gonna create what I
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| I’m going hard |