| Yeah, uh, it’s dark outside
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| We still in the hood with this one, ya’ll
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| Yeah, from the projects, slums, Fort Greene
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| Huh? |
| Ain’t no sun outside, never sunny where I’m from
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| Always grimy, yo, yo, yo, yo
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| Everyday is a struggle, but you can catch my team hustlin' till the late night
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| Takin' risks, playin' dice, screamin' «We hate life!»
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| Gettin' this money, but we want more
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| I see a lot of niggas beefin', but they don’t want war
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| I heat targets, anything you see, rob it, got beef like the meat market
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| I’m clappin' captains, lieutenants, and police sergeants
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| I got two hoes named Denise and Margaret
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| They come through and finish drama after we start it
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| All my chicks major, I rep N.Y. like a Knick player
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| Get paper, split haters, I still spit and shit razors
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| Got eight pair of sick 'gators, five watches
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| Switch flavors, 50 red and blue rocks around the wrist, player
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| My vision is deep the Division will creep
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| Run up on you, start hittin' your peeps
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| Nigga, we ain’t playin, our mission’s discreet
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| I’m clippin' your peeps, have you missin' for weeks
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| To let you know we ain’t playin'
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| Olive oil and fried tomatoes and basil
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| I stepped in flared nasal from Hazelnut Amaretto
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| My watch 80 G appraisal
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| Plus they drop 50 G’s for a RZA beat
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| Cherry wood, hickory seats, presidential suites
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| Ice cold bottles of Cristy 'til my eyes misty
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| Complainin' to my lawyer how this rookie tried to frisk me
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| Jealous of my jeep, I gave his badge to the chief
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| And got his ass directin' traffic in the heat for a week
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| Keep comin' out your gums like loose teeth
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| You gon take 40 to the mouth and it ain’t no brewski
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| That monitor gonna show straight lines like looseleaf
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| Got Up North niggas straight out the box like Loosies
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| Wanna shoot me? |
| know you get a kick out of that just like Bruce Lee
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| Ya’ll don’t wanna lose teeth
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| Comin' all out of your face just like pimples
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| That thing comin' out of my waist, gotta hit you
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| 'Cuz ya’ll niggas ain’t with it, better quit it
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| 'Til you catch one through that man dribblin' on your fitted
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| That mean one through the front, through the back of the cap
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| Like the great Pun packin' a Mac in the back of the Ac'
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| You could take one, not talkin' bout a Ac'
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| I get cake from the fat crack bag with them packs, what?
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| Wherever I go, I pack my 44
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| Wherever I go, I always have dough
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| Yo, peace, yo, Bobby! |
| What up?
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| (What up, O? What up fam?)
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| What up cousin, how you (nothin' just trynna sling this shit)
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| What’s goin' on (You know I made that drop good off, right?)
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| Oh, word? |
| (Guaranteed, we made all this shit, man)
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| That’s what’s up, yo, but check this out
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| I got something new here for you, right here (what?)
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| Supposed to give me some lesson (Lesson?)
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| Yeah, lesson (what you talkin' bout, nigga?)
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| Straight (know, how to what, cook the shit up, nigga?)
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| Nah, nah, Knowledge, Wisdom, Understanding, Culture, Freedom.
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| It’s right here (son, what’s that all about, though, yo?)
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| Yo, God, it’s the new way of life, knowhatimsayin? |
| It’s the truth
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| It’s the way it’s gonna set you free
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| I think you an intelligent brother, you should check this out
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| Youknowhatimsayin, Supreme Mathematics, youknowhatimsayin
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| Check this out, and let me know… (let's see what you talkin' about)
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| Youknowhatimsayin, I know you’ll respond good
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| This could take you to another level
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| (Now hold on, man, you an O.G., you trynna tell me you trynna read, man, nigga?)
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| Listen, brother, I’ve been readin', man, without this man I wouldn’t be here
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| right now
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| You know? |
| (You know what, god? Youknowhatimean?
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| I’mma trust your word on this, I’mma pick this up, I’mma read this, aight
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| I’mma get back at you, if I can relate, we’ll relate
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| If not, you still gonna have those pounds for me though, right?!?)
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| Yeah, no doubt, but yo, right now, these the pounds right here, g
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| This is Math right here (yeah, it’s like that, for real, fam?)
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| For real (aight) aight, peace (Peace fam)
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| This nigga, talkin' peace, man, this nigga’s the wildest' nigga I know, yo! |