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*Chorus*
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I say
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I can give it to you but whatcha gon do wit it,
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I can give it to you but whatcha gon doo (2x)
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wha-wha wha-wha whaaat
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[Jayo Felony]
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I can give it to ya but whatcha gonna do wit it
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When I'm in Texas I'm bumpin' screw music
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With Big Mike and Scarface and Luke loop
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Me and lil' Crook like Bo and Luke duke
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When I'm in Miami I go to scoop Luke
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to see the peep show and hit some duke shoot
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Went to Branson, back to back, Lex Coupe
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Up in "Harlem World" in my Timb boots
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Two suckers had beef so I watched them shoot
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Called up Benny Rat, copped a bullet proof
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Seen T-Funk he took is to the fruit
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Then he went to the Tunnell and brought down the roof
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Mink coats and moet, bitches drippin sweat
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Slang a cassette to Funkmaster Flex
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And now Im bumpin' on East Coast tapedecks
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Went from Swatch to platinum Rolex
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S.D., Jersey we getting more sex, flow next, go next
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*Chorus*
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*Hook*
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Im too sexy for my motherfuckin hood, hood
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Im too sexy for my motherfuckin low ridahh (2x)
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[Method Man]
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If my niggas cant eat then yall niggaz cant sleep
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I just begun to peep Nightmare on Elm Street
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Release from Jones Beach to South Beach, capeesh?
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Kickin dust as I bust, .... peace
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And all them crooked cops on the beat
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My niggas bring the funk like your Grandpa feet
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Til death do us part, save my bullets for the charts
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With darts, like HBO watching after dark
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No love for a mark, even less for a trick
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That wanna be like Mike, Mike who my dick
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Real shit hotness
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Run wit my niggas that aint got shit
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Pop shit, and peddle poetry for profit
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One time, out for mine, but cant stop it
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Trying to keep they hands in my pocket
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So I bring obnoxious, infected lah that be toxic
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Leave the crop scene spotless
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Mix the green with the chocolate, heres the topic
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Niggas, synchronize your watches
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We're goin in, wit nothing but a clan logo
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Mr. meth, (DMX!) I'm running loco motherfucker
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*Chorus*
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*Hook*
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[DMX]
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I got a wicked flow and Im gonna kick it yo
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Feel the pressure
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Snatching niggas up just like change off the dresser
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Niggas hit me with the best shit then what
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I shake that bullshit off *arf arf arf* then go nutz
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Ive been down too long, cant a motherfucker show me nothing
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Y'all .. niggas is duckin me like you owe me something
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I got more homies than an esse, but lets say
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I couldnt talk you wouldnt walk my way on your best day
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The best way you can hope to get close to me
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Is right here under my wing like you're supposed to be
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The first time you start acting fuckin strange
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Best to be ducking range
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Talkin shit wearing a fuckin' chain
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I break niggaz like promises
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Split em' open like Thomas'
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And sell more drugs than a pharmacist
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Strapped wit nothing but a rhyme a long history of violent crime
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Attitude that doesnt mind doing time
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*Chorus*
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*Hook*
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Whatcha Gonna Do
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Jayo Felony |