[Nas]Yo this Esco, who this?
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[AZ]
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What's the deally?
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I just touched grounds down in Philly
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Brought a pound with me, Feds floatin around silly
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Tryin to find Lynn, bitch supposed to be in the Benz
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Parked in row ten, her and that slow hoe Gwen
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Should of known she was a bitch that we both could of boned
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to post it alone, the ass had us both in the zone
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But you know the rules, both been schooled by older dudes
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I know the jewels
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No time for them thoughts, too much to lose
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Just tryin to vibe until them hoes role with the ride
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Where's your joy and pride?
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You know little Des got your eyes
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[Nas]
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In the cut, drop-Z okay, the top's up
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Left the mall bought Little Amal the toy truck
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Your boy's what, three years old now, correct?
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He and my daughter age neck and neck, they futures set
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Trees got me wet, in the background's an old cassette
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Fly Stephanie Mills shit
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What's the deal with, all this shit I'm hearin up top
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You got arrested, shot a fair one with a cop
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That ain't ya stee', you usually low key with no t
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I'm only goin off of what some weak bitch told me
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[AZ]
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That's some ill shit, hear that bitch go with her click
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[Nas]
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Yo Dunn,
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I'll hit you right back cause the static is thick
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[spanish speaker -> Hola, Oiste Eso? Alguien esta en la linea?]
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Chorus: Dr. Dre
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We got your phone tapped, what you gon' do
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Cause sooner or later, we'll have your whole crew
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All we need now is the right word or two
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to make all it stick like glue, then you through
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We got your phone tapped, what you gon' do
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Cause sooner or later, we'll have your whole crew
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All we need now is the right word or two
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to make all it stick like glue, we got you
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[AZ]
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We just hit the cribbo, I'm curled up on this pillow
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I'm still low, hold the ill news, these niggaz killed mo'
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The shit touched me, tryin to chill just lit a dutchie
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from a while back - same foul cats who tried to bust me
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Caught 'em sleeppin, in Spanish Harlem with some Puerto Ricans
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Up in Washington Heights right off the Deacon
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Feel awful speakin, for some reason, feel the phone's tapped
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Alone with gats left with a vest to watch my own back
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[Nas]
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Keep your eyes open - stay wide, shit is mind blowin
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Look for any sign showin one-time is knowin
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about the dynasty, shit is not minor leauges no more
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Cats bleed in this cold war
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Son we took an oath, then this life took us both
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We rich now, milk the whole cow, split the growth
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Now I'm on the car doin, headlights on
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Fluid in the windsheild wipes gone this light storm
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that's formin in the sky, you comin home tomorrow?
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Will you drive or will you fly - hold up, my other side
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[Nature]
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Yo son some other cats tried to ruin our plans
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Sendin two decoy bitches with pictures of you and your man
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Askin your whereabouts - I gave 'em no leads
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For all the nigga know them hoes fuck with police
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[Nas]
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No shit I'm clickin over, I'ma tell Sos' quick
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Son - them outta state bitches tryin to get us both hit
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That was Nate, he hit me last night late while in my hoe's stomach
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Said it's no hundred, we FBI's most wanted
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So play the low, change your clothes, pack your bags
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Watch what you say on this phone, get home fast
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Chorus
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[AZ]
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Yo it's all good
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I'ma hit you when I touch down tomorrow son, word
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[Nas]
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Stay on point - don't even use the phone
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just come to my crib yo, word up
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[AZ]
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Out
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Phone Tap
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The Firm |