[Verse 1 - Action Bronson]
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[Verse 1 - Action Bronson]
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Cash off the top, cash off the top
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Play with my money motherfucker get shot
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Weed from the dread that I roll in the fanta
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Cover on my dick so I won't catch the monster
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I don't even know myself, I'm twisted
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This exquisite shit that flip when I rip it
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???, right hand quicker than Riddick's
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Safe to say that I'm the shit here
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Red suede shoes, a holiday in Arizona
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Cocaine nines, open up the abalone
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Smoke the macaroni, eat the cannelloni
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Put the cameras on me, take the cameras off me
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Motherfucker raise your hand when you speak
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Act wild this .45 is gettin' jammed in your cheek
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Play the hotel room with bitches tossin' my butt
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Layin' back chillin' blowin' a blunt
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Motherfucker you
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[Verse 2 - Meyham Lauren]
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Play them soundblocks, tinted ??? no gimmick
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Game of life is trifling, through the good advice I'm 'bout to win it
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Fuck a rap but I still run around the map and still get it
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Let a nigga violate her make a visor out his fitted
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Shoebox spinach ??? blocks finished, my life is real
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??? clocking currency but on the stage we hyper still
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I spit for New York where we rep a different type of skill
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But all from plan to kill while listenin' to Cypress Hill
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My life is ill infections, get spread through incisions
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Conquer and divide when we ride, peace to division
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Shinin' when I'm rhymin' my slang fuck up your vision
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Missiles leave you layin' missionary if I'm on a mission
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That's all precision, precise moves change of position
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Never snitchin', define ??? inquisition
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My team's about to run the world and that's a true prediction
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Another day, another dollar, and a new affliction
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[Verse 3]
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You know you picked the wrong niggas to fuck with, you punk bitch
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Tyson uppercuts, Bruce Lee front kicks
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I'm Dexter with the blood splatter
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Have you shakin' in the back seat with JFK, covered in brain matter
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Everything I talk I walk
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Crib lookin' like a blackboard, oh shit, flooded with white chalk
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Heartbeat racin' fast, when I chase yo ass
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With a Jason mask, pussy boy wave the flag
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Life ain't savin' that, family draped in black
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Visit your maker, now you can't make it back
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One-way ticket to the fire and brimstone
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My mental's locked up but my physical been home
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Question our God ask him what do I sin for
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He said I do wrong cause Eve is my kinfolk
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Bloodline of a disobedient
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Mixed with the heart of a butcher, make the coroner ingredients
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Sylvester Lundgren
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Action Bronson & The Alchemist |