[Note: same beat as Prodigy (Mobb Deep) "Keep It Thoro"]
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[Intro: AZ]
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Yea, niggaz actin' like the rap game is over
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Like we in New York, it's East coast baby
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[Verse One: AZ]
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I get doe, head, whole lot of hate to cop my LP
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It's like them hoes can't wait
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Stimulate the minds of them killers upstate
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And these snakes among deceive I diss was dead weight
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Use to hit niggaz with work and the crate
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Guerrilla rap will still smack the smirk of your face
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Was jail baited bounced from strip bitches got raped
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Now the dick game is so insane I can't fake
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The stakes when you fuckin' with chicks chasin' them brakes
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So if they ain't holdin' bank then they can't get the H.N.I.C. and shit
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A hustler's rap artist, pardon, AZ stats regardless
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Heartless, haunt niggaz like the anti Christ
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My advice 'fore you lose your life, is think twice
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Before you creep on it, put beef on it, sleep on it
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The weak get left in the streets with no garments
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Ice grillin' niggaz, to me it's the most harmless
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Don't embarrass yourself, you way out of foreign grounds
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When niggaz bullshit with them pounds
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I don't fuck around dunny, I lay it down, keep it thoro..
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[Outro: AZ]
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Yea, certified now, Quiet Money mafia
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Brooklyn, Final Call, ya heard
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Thoro
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