| Bam Bam!
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| Queens, it’s me
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| I peel steel shit like string cheese
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| River Monsters playing on the big screen
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| I’ve been flickin' knives since I was 15
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| I’m just a kid from Queens, nothing don’t mean shit to me
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| Victory, my life is like a breakfast at Tiffany’s
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| M5 sounding like a symphony
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| These people jealous cause no motherfucker sick as me
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| I bag 330, 40 home runs, 137 RBIs, 50 stolen bases
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| Hold this face lift
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| I should have bought a bracelet
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| I guess I’m old, impatient
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| Time is of the essence shorty face it
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| I all-suede everything, spaceship
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| Put your pussy right here so I can taste it
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| Ayo, shot him so quick I forgot to put my gloves on
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| Bullets soundin' like a love song
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| Roll him in the Persian rug
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| Soon as the buckshots hit 'em he started coughin' blood
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| Neighborhood tracksuits, but you ain’t ran shit
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| Pistol whip him so hard, fucked up his dandruff
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| Kicks too plush, the Public School’s nubuck
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| Grenade launcher lookin' like Manute Bol
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| Searchin' for loopholes (boom)
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| Fell asleep in the law library
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| Me and LaRusso
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| Get the knives from Julio
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| Buck the nigga if he move once
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| Black still in the hole he got 14 months
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| Work from the DR she stuck it in her cunt
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| We back, flip a thousand packs, relax
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| Last Kwanza we bought each other Jags
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| Mines was all glass, skrrrrrrrrr! |