| (Whoever makes wudu and goes to sleep |
| An angel will reside with him in his bed |
| And when he wakes up, the angel will ask Allah to forgive him) |
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| (Yeah, c'mon B, what, you kiddin'? |
| Fuck outta here |
| Look) |
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| Yeah, Tony Benedetto with the world off |
| Blow the doors off, Roy DeMeo with the sawed-off |
| Two bitches hit the von Kahr |
| These dope boys carry water like a sored horse |
| It's hot out here, I'm sweatin' my balls off |
| A Filipino shorty in a loincloth |
| The gunshot heal, I took the gauze off |
| Héctor Guerrero and Paul Orndorff |
| Ah, Iron Lung and Papa Dios |
| You want beef? I ground beef like pastelillo |
| Temperaturo frío, I had to whop amigo and I'ma deal |
| The '85 burgundy clean |
| If a muhfucker talkin', he should learn what it mean |
| Ah, my solution for the opps |
| The constitution of an ox, yeah |
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| My enemies is lying, dying, I know |
| Nobody with 9-to-5 where I go |
| It go eye for eye, we gon' ride tonight |
| No lie, I could die tomorrow |
| My enemies is lying, dying, I know |
| Nobody with 9-to-5 where I go |
| It go eye for eye, we gon' ride tonight |
| No lie, I could die tomorrow |
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| Yeah, six hammers and fish platters |
| You focus on the dunya and act like the shit matters |
| I play the corner like Chris Harris |
| It's Louis on, Champs-Élysées and I miss Paris |
| Muhfuckers switched they tone |
| My akhi lookin' at twenty and he just came home |
| It's over now, you could get poked in a crowd |
| Move quiet, everything we smokin' is loud |
| Boomerang, my man in New York |
| That shit is dead, everything you plannin' chucked |
| This muhfucker forty, buying Xans at a park |
| It's nighttime, and only time we whammin' a duck |
| Jamie fell in love with the plug |
| It's a broomstick, I'ma sweep it under the rug |
| Ah, Aviators and Wallabees |
| Decorate the mahogany |
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| My enemies is lying, dying, I know |
| Nobody with 9-to-5 where I go |
| It go eye for eye, we gon' ride tonight |
| No lie, I could die tomorrow |
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| My enemies is lying, dying, I know |
| Nobody with 9-to-5 where I go |
| It go eye for eye, we gon' ride tonight |
| No lie, I could die tomorrow |
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| Remove all hatred in your heart for anyone every night before bed |
| (I could die tomorrow) |
| As this was sunnah, need of protection during the night |
| (We gon' ride tonight) |
| (No lie, I could die tomorrow) |
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