| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Statik, uh
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| NYC the borough, Queens super lean
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| Cut the fat, lame niggas get the fuck away from me
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| I’m a five borough, keep it thorough, gutter MC
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| White ball, puerto rock, black all fuck with me
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| Get your brain right, you versus me, we’re not the same type
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| Money over dumb shit, champagne, give me a light
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| Shoot the shit, smoke a spliff with your bwoy
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| I don’t play that game you be playing with them boys
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| I’m a grown-ass man, hit the mag at your liver
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| Then smoke a couple bags for the fact you got hit up
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| Ride around bumping Kendrick Lamar, the homies
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| Looking for a great time, never mind ya’ll police-ass niggas
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| I keep my circle tight like a pinky ring
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| Niggas want my life cause I get major bank
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| The 3−5 get 'em, sic 'em Fido, bark bark
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| No sunshine I put 'em where it’s dark
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| Lights out bitches, my Guiness Stout niggas
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| Rain on your Budweiser bullshit, my crew get
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| Hard like rock wilders, you know my style by now
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| Your bitch know she respect my dick
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| Young alien told me «P, get these niggas then»
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| Statik threw the beat on, I keep keeping on
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| Call me crazy as long as you call me like bab say
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| Brooklyn, Queens, the Bronx, Harlem, matinee
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| Early, niggas dozing on Long Isl' niggas
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| Staten Isl' niggas force us to pull triggas
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| I ain’t even really on it like that, until you try me
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| Never sleep on a nigga, quiet the irony
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| I bang on you so loud I put you with the crickets
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| I put you up under the dirt, who is you kidding?
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| This is violence in its purest form, catch a body rap
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| Baby I will body that, pussy cat
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| Scream at your friendly neighborhood bandana P, mami
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| I give you extended play, he short you, but not me
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| I take you to another realm you ain’t never been
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| This that private stock that dope like the heroin |