| Though we stand in the shadow of death
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| The lord is our God
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| It’s so much that I take the streets back so fast
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| Everybody thinkin' it’s not gon' last
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| I, got bad news, bad news, brot’man and I’m gon' stay alive
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| I think you want my bitches, I envy I owe niggas
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| I’m gonna reach the sky, get on some food and we ain’t gon' stop now
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| I’m like them '86 Brooklyn niggas
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| Fuck if I cook coke with niggas
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| Operate over snow, and I brought cold techs for bitches
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| Drapped out in them goose lick bitches
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| You fuck around and get your whole crew shot at, blaow
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| Dare you to pop back, under cars, cryin'
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| Tryin' to come up out that
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| Eric B. when I cut, twenty three’s on a truck
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| Like a dust joint, I’ll have your whole hood stuck
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| This is Ghost murder, we movin' like NARCs with gold carts
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| Throwin' Sports Illustrated darts and watch
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| Get the blade whip money, fuck your fame to part
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| The part when you see Starks, duck low
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| Fuck up a rapper on the regular
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| Blow his fuckin' arms off his cellular
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| This is Don Mattengly, Don Bailer, Don King or don anything
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| A monster, silver back gorilla, pa
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| Though I sleep outside the bing
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| Introducing Staten Island
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| New York, New York, the Theodore Unit (It's yourz)
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| And we bringin' back the Twin Towers
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| We military, puttin' control on you cowards (It's yourz)
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| Introducing Staten Island
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| New York, New York, told me show 'em how the niggas shine (It's yourz)
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| This for the holes in my momma’s sock
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| The scene’s marked, got them six in a pack for 3.99 (It's yourz)
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| Bulletproof goose pillows
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| I’m still alive since the last time I left
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| Tephlon pajama set, truck armor neck neck arm weigh your head
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| Move a A-Bomb, get drunk and paint the whole town red
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| Fuck a 5−0, hydro and perfume bottles
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| Blow a hole through an avocado, blitz murder Verrazano
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| Wish that I became a leader, the day this old school nigga
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| Placed a burner in my hand, 'cause I was very eager
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| Big stories to tell, jail house, rock that Supreme Clientele
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| Bricks we buy and sell, we made it, it’s on, when fam post bail
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| When they ran up in, near the house, Pops went through hell
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| 2 O’Clock, the Apollo on, no socks, wallo’s on
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| Eatin' olives with Vodka, lampin' on plush sofas
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| Big trophies on my wall, double X Moses, Ghost is
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| M.C. |
| Ultra, you be suprised by the size of my hostler, bitch
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| The reason why I be dissin' y’all niggas is cause y’all 0 for 6
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| You hero head muthafuckas, I’ll expose you quick
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| Fuck around and get your waffle split
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| Y’all morocco when I cock let the Glock go, got those bridge
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| Feelin' like a bad parent when I dropped those kids
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| Body up your fuckin' man just like the Narco’s did
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| Yeah, yeah, like I told you (for real man)
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| Muthafuckas, you need man (tired of niggas tellin' niggas)
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| Fuck that, it’s Theodore (niggas talkin' all flagrant)
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| (y'all niggas is fuckin' up, son)
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| Let me say somethin', let me say somethin' one time (go head)
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| I’mma bust one of these niggas wigs off 'em one time
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| My banger too big and been starvin' for one of these little punk ass niggas
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| (Yo these niggas like bad children)
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| I’mma start sendin' y’all niggas to the storm
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| (Where we from, y’all niggas don’t know, fuck the rappers, God)
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| Y’all niggas whole style is chunky, straight up and down
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| We them '88 bankies, man, on the real man
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| (y'all niggas just war story niggas)
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| I’ll smack you off stage while you on man
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| (Slap the shit out of one of y’all niggas)
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| Spit in your girl’s mouth, bitch (Shaolin, I fuck the bitch up)
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| I wanna bite this fuckin' mic, right now (I'm tellin' you…) |