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[L] Yeah, check this shit out
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[K] Kool G. Rap and my dog Big L
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[K] Holdin it di-down, ya heard?
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[Big L]
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Aiyyo; I heard your single, you better make a whole new song
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If they said that shit is hot then they told you wrong
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Clown niggaz, you ain't got a chance at all
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Big L Corleone too advanced for y'all
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I make moves and boss all across the world
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so don't be upset if I toss your girl
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I got cheddar to blow, pockets never get low
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Bitches sweat me wherever I go
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I cruise in a GS Lex', Cartier specs
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Nautica sweats with the fresh Gortex
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Jewels with baguettes, swingin like the Mets
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Throwin the dice and takin all size bets
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Never bummy; sip rummy, get money
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When I hit honies you felt the dick in her tummy
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On the le-low I see dough from here to Rio
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Flamboyant Records, C to the E-O - what?
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Chorus: Kool G. Rap
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Yo - all of y'all weak people fall back
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G. Rap and Big L, we all that
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Goin back to back where they brawl at
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Swing and walk with tall bats
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Leavin big holes with small gats
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Have 'em all fallin where the wall at
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All of y'all weak people fall back
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G. Rap and Big L, we all that
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Goin back to back where they brawl at
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Swing and walk with tall bats
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Leavin big holes with small gats
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Have 'em all fallin where the wall at
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[Kool G. Rap]
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Yo, from the spot to the cellblocks
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Hot as hell blocks where shells pop
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Where they sell rock to cop the SL drop
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Hood bitches in nail shops; no good snitches that tell cops
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People find bodies in lobbies, you can smell shots
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Niggaz turn stale on the Rock until they bail drop
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New York livin, got a nigga four-fifth limpin
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Send you as a gift to the mortician
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if you forfeit livin - my fortune is forbidden
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I say it one time before spittin
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then I leave your forehead drippin
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I laid low then came back for more bread grippin
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More thread flippin
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More head from chickens, it's time to turn the ape loose
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Bust out the cage and let the gauge loose
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Blow the feathers out of your Nordface goose
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It's G. Rap comin back with a click of brave troops
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Have y'all niggaz runnin for homebase like Babe Ruth
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Have you holdin holes in your body like you play flute
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Lay you down til you get found up in the sprayed Coupe
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Prepare for the takeover - give you the face makeover
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the seedier row and sheet draped over
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Be found on the block with the street taped over
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or comin out of deep coma, your speech made slower
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Corona Queens shakedown; I'm comin with the nickel-plate pound
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to trade rounds with all you fake clowns get down in the unsafe town
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Lacin it down, black guerilla fams kid we takin the crown
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ya heard?
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Chorus 2X
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[Kool G. Rap]
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Yo Kool G. Rap, holdin it down with the hazardous Big L
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Knahmean? {*echoes*}
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Fall Back
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Kool G. Rap |