| Yo, crack the Remy Martin
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| For niggas pumpin' weed by the mini-market
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| Bring it when you see me park it
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| I think big like Diddy office
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| I fuck a ho with a baseball cap on, like Mr. Marcus
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| Yeah, my family feud like Richard Dawson
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| The survey said I’m hot in right in your apartment
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| This Brick City, right beside New York
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| Yeah, the streets is watchin' even Mimes wanna talk
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| I run up on a DJ, smack em' on camera
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| Makin' sure I get my wax on like Daniel-san
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| Feel my geniune draft, not filla'
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| I could walk up in a church a start a Mosh Pit up
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| Yeah, I bring the pain
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| 11th member of the Wu-Tang, my flow Tiger Style Crane
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| I’m back nigga, ridin' that Gravy Train
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| The rap criminal, my artifact is hard to tame
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| Bitch wanna complain, no use in barkin'
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| Cause we can go neck-to-neck like Pam and Martin
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| And smoke like a carton of Newports nigga
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| On my New Jersey shit, and New York nigga
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| Check out the nigga flow
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| I knock out the mic like Buster Douglas, bitch leave a nigga broke
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| And Jigga know when I clutch the pen it’s fuck them hens, I’m puttin'
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| paragraphs in the figure 4
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| Fuck tryin' to take a pack of protein, cause when I brawl I’m a' be strapped
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| like four?
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| Blow smoke rings in the meetin'
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| If I ain’t gettin' half of what I sell you ain’t eatin' niether
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| Our leader won’t take no shorts, I know betta'
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| This D-O-C, MVP for Vendetta
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| I’m always on point, never skip of slip
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| My bitch stay tryin' to kill me like Mrs. Smith
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| If I carry two cannons, no time to pull out
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| I bust through the side of my jeans like Bruce Banner
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| My dogs do it on camera, and to them
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| I’m Big Brother on my? |
| for Gammafide Gamma
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| I ride like a rider should
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| And when a bitch blow Doc she be famous like Monica
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| Hardcore in the blood, get the best in line
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| Put the eye into yo' watch cause I’m pressed for time, nigga |