[Intro - Loon - talking]
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Yeah, see a lotta finger pointin goin on
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A lot of judgment bein passed
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Niggaz don't even know what their fuckin talkin 'bout
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I go by the name of Loon
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And I represent this Bad Boy shit
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'Til the motherfuckin casket drop
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Damn right, uh, aiyyo, aiyyo
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[Verse 1]
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Niggaz don't know me, it's time that I give you the first taste
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In case niggaz suffer the worst case
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Harlem my birthplace, I used to run with niggaz that hurt Mase
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I started "Harlem World" in the first place
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Niggaz was thirsty, jumped out the window
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Indoed the fuck up, it cost they friends yo
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Cause that's how friends go
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But niggaz tryna get they ends yo
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Forget about the nigga that lent yo
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Ask for dollar, now you wanna holla cause your ends low
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But look at how far your friends go
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Killer is doin it, nigga Loon drop bitches is losin it
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Keep the tool cocked, niggaz is usin it
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Only if it's a must, nigga front, put they dick in the dust
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That's what you get, fuck with niggaz like us
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Loon that nigga that bust, even though you think that nigga just lust
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These chicks, after I hit, I put the bitch on the bus
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[Chorus]
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(Oh you don't know who the fuck I be?)
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Oh it's the L, double O, N, representin the NYC
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(Any nigga disrespect my G's)
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Son a nigga get jacked, nigga get crapped, even dumped in the sea
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(Oh you don't know what the fuck I know?)
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When it come to the dough, nigga I'ma pro, when I step to them hoes
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(Oh you don't know what the fuck I do?)
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To a nigga like you thinkin your crew gon' do somethin to Loon
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[Verse 2]
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I'm glad Puff let me get to my gat
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Cause now I'm 'bout to give 'em my pack
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Get in the 'Lac, sit in the back
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Ride around with my shit in my lap
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The first nigga react, the first nigga act, nigga get clapped
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I don't get down with you niggaz like that
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So all that yikkety-yak, a nigga front, gun clickety clack
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Make it hard for you niggaz that rap
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Cause when you gotta pick up the slack
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Pick up a pack or pick up a plaque
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You ain't think my flow could pick up like that
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The way I stick to a track, the impeller gettin hit with a bat
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One swing'll bring your shit to your lap
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And make you shit in your slacks
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Your body shape forever zip and your trapped
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Let me tell you about the difference in rap
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And the difference is street, niggaz that creep
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Bust your shit with the heat
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If I find out a nigga soft and he sweet
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I'm knockin 'em off their feet
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Snatchin his bitch and ridin off with his Jeep
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3]
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Uh, yeah, aiyyo you frontin like you seen stacks
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Deep down, you's a clown and you don't need to feed back
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Hey yo, y'all niggaz need to ease back
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Now how you come with your guns and your ones, and your sons like you squeeze gats
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Niggaz don't believe that, and them bitches don't believe that
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That's why you ride with your seat back
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Niggaz don't like you, they probably put a bullet right through
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ya motherfuckin chest with they rifle, niggaz livin trifle
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And last year 'round this time, we did it to a nigga just like you
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Lean like the Eiffel, scream on you like your wife do
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Gleam on you like the ice do, I might seem like a nice dude
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Even though niggaz know, got a nigga eighteen that'll knife you
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Split nigga ass crack, picture we waitin on ass cap
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When you could get it like the last cat, rat a tat tat
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[Chorus - 2X]
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You Don't Know
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Loon |