| Burn the tree oak
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| Sport the Bespokes
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| Shorty ride me while we gliding on a speedboat
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| Three tokes, hold it in on the third
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| Black lungs, stash guns at the crib in the 'burbs
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| Iceberg on my pinky ring, blood on my knife
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| Back to church on the 7th, I’m confessing my life
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| Out of Flushing chef’ing vegetable rice
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| Side blocks turn your men into mice so run for your life
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| Gold Nikes like I’m Michael Johnson
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| Out in Queens, I’m like Knucky Thompson
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| Drug ringing with Dominicans in Boston
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| The fortress scorching
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| Your sources remorseless
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| Informent enforcement
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| Horses embroidered on the chest piece
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| Fresh sneaks, COLD WAVES on jet skis (Sandy)
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| No conversation my combination is deadly
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| Part the crowd like the Red Sea, respect me
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| As I demanded, the head nigga on campus
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| With stanzas to serve’em like Sampras
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| Smoke that shit
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| Take that swig
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| Bump that, pop that
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| Play my shit
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| Straightedge, but the razor blade jagged
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| Vacuum sealed package tailored inside the jackets
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| Royal fabrics, styles rugged never ragged
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| See them addicts start lining up automatic |
| Fear and Loathing on Colden
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| Money folding, zoning
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| Flipping profits from property now we golden
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| Hidden compartments
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| In the apartments
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| Under the carpets
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| Behind the portraits
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| Pardon my grammar, it’s filled with candor
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| That’s why they cut it up and boil it with the Arm & Hammer
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| High rank, break bank
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| Control the money like Bernanke
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| Living swanky, shorty thank me
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| Gangrene, leave you on your face planking
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| For not delivering them Franklins in timely fashion
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| And its a shame, around the way the plague
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| Got the devil knowing brothers by their first name
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| Cut it, sniff it, sip it, loop it
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| Take it to the dome and smoke yourself, stupid
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| Ayo let me get a light man
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| What’s good, THIS SEAN P reppin' with Timeless Truth nigga
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| Nah mean?! |
| can’t fuck with me nigga
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| Timeless Truth drogas nigga
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| Fruck outta here, P!!!
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| Yeah, now light that spliff bitch… P! |