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[Raekwon] Yo, you know what I mean? Chillin within
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[Rakeem] Word up, niggaz is stupid
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[Cappa] Look out for the cops man, look out for the cops
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[Raekwon] Yo it was on last year Son
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[Rakeem] Huh? Fuck them cops
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[Ghost] Word
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[Raekwon] Scrape them niggaz
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[Raekwon] Niggaz want two hundred grand over the table
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[Ghost] Like this
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[Raekwon] That shit looks pretty
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[Rakeem] Yo
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[Ghost] I don't know what the fuck made em in they own mind
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[Raekwon] Pass the weed off man *inhale*
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[Ghost] think they could come f, they could fuck wit this Dunn
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[Rakeem] Yo G, the Mexican niggaz is definitely buggin the fuck
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*cop's walkie talkie is heard*
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[Raekwon] Mike's was crystal, erythang
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[Rakeem] other Mexicans be all the fuck up on your shit nigga
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*cop's walkie talkie still babbling*
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[Method] Aiyyo you got a light?
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[THE PIG] Excuse me can you put that out please?
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[Method] Oh shit
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[Raekwon] For what? For what?
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[Method] Jiggy
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[THE PIG] Could you please put that out?
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[Raekwon] For what? I ain't puttin..
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[THE PIG] Put the shit out now!
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[Raekwon] I ain't puttin shit out!!
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[THE PIG] UP AGAINST THE FUCKIN WALL!
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*everything gets chaotic*
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[THE PIG] UP AGAINST THE FUCKIN WALL!!!
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[Rakeem] The fuckin bitch? Get that bitch!
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[Raekwon] Slap fire out!
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[THE PIG] Oh no no no no no no no
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[Raekwon] Get your shit right
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[THE PIG] Get what?
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[Raekwon] We gonna swerve on these niggaz one time that's my word
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*music fades in*
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"What you gonna do when you grow up, and have to face responsibility"
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[Raekwon] That's comin from Louis Rich
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[Raekwon] Baggin, you know what time it is, aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo
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Verse One: Raekwon the Chef
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Put them cracks down you just started slangin two months ago
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Whattup with Larry Francisco tell him to let that bitch go
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Why you standin there? Posin you like Donna Karan wear
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Nigga save that, the same shit you had it last year
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You be runnin with them outsiders
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That shit is fucked up yo, we never turn to dick riders
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Your Mac is big, got a little grip, yo
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You think that shit gon live what he did -- what this nigga said
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Remember when his mans got there, the whole shit was set up
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Shut up, whole fam want the science and the letter
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It got back to me some niggaz in Medina askin me
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"You know some niggaz in the gold E-Class," splash to me
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Yo that shit you had in Vegas
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Yo, it coulda got us both sprayed up, they seen the Ac, know this traitor
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Hair sa-laundry and Shorty like Karan
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Her fam major swing kingpins you won't dare front on
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Octavia with all the ice on, yo
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She own a carwash now, her little Keon doin triple life
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Marry a Son who got baked, it coulda been
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for a half a cake, play the shank, maybe bite her
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Shit is fucked up when they got us yo
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She fainted at her baby wake now watch the breakdown
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"..face responsiblity"
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She fainted at her baby wake now yo watch the breakdown
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"Little ghetto boy, playin in the ghetto street"
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Verse Two: CappaDonna
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Yo all of y'all niggaz got the whole story wrong
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Talk what you talk but twist the real song
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When it comes down to this, not a licensed driver
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Show y'all niggaz whose style is more liver
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This is not a act this is more actual fact
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Nuttin but experience placed upon track
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with the true sound, not lyin out the crown
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When we not workin we hardly be around
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Yeah see the light, right now we could fight
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You not a real brother you just a fake type
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that get on the mic then, throw your cliche
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Half the East coast soundin just like Rae
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If you a Gambino, give credit to the flow
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If you not a part of this kid act like you know
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Fuck the studio, Cappachino the great
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Fly cherry head niggaz like planes out of state
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I ain't friends with you, only my CD hit you
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If you want some then stop frontin is the issue
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It's my turn, live niggaz could pass
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Two-face-ted rappers push they shit last
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Straight off the edge, into the rubbish
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Peep my new style fuck Cristal and Moet
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I drink Evian water while my thoughts get published
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"What you gonna d |