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One time, one time, one time
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Styles kinda different but let's be specific (2x)
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(Funkmaster Flex)
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This is flavor right here, 60 minutes, y'all
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(Cool Whip)
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You'se just wasn't ready for real, so here's the deal
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No type remorse when I pull skill, kill you and your fuking horse
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I'm in the midst of musical moments
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Lyrical guns bust, Bible's you trust and body clocks turn to dust
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Explain and slain, you turn slave, you're like Batman
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Running to your bitch ass Batcave
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Be aware when you witness and turn ?like Burger maids?
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Got you swimming while you're dreaming and Cool Whip seamen
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Headaches are like earthquakes, break you down
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And crying out for you ladies, muthafuking crybaby
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(Havoc)
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Foot up ? fitted if you got work
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We lying in ?sooken? put you on your back, sent you on your way
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Yo, good looking, never catching the cap, the horns
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In your louis in Brooklyn
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Getting ?toer? from the fo'er wit the dress stower
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Got the 80, oh don't think ?st.? nickel want to roll up
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Get your muthafuking shit swoll up
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Now it's back to Queens to serve fiends
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Making t's for enemies, my eyes on my enemies
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Sipping Hennessey wit my mind on some crime shit
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One time searching me but never ever find shit
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It's the everyday, get the loot then breeze
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Still my goal is to leave out of state, push keys
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(Tragedy)
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The Queen's nation, representation, I represent
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Bulletproof, 3 and a quarter, chrome rims and tint
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Forever bent off the hen demon, niggaz is scheming
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My crews mega wit more gunplay then Sega
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Pick up the celleur, call Capone-N-Noreaga
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The nickel plated auto when I rip for dolo
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Fuk one time, I'm bucking back at the poo-poo
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Mr Dany got me acting like that
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Squeeze macs outta state, ?sacs? one in your tracks
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I'm addicted to the CREAM, I need cheese and stacks
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So I'm a die trying wit AK's and Macs
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(Raekwon)
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Yo, yea, yea, word up kid, word up, check it, check it, yo
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It's the key money, time to get the stacks and maintain
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Analyze papes, staying drape wit heavy chains
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The Clan has built, pouring armaretta's in milk
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Rap skin kilt flex nothing but fly silk
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For real, Shaolin, house of whylin', house medallion
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Peace to cats profiling on the island
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Walk the view, play the view, cash in my crew
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If I feel shyst, watch the ice turn blue
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But for now, milk the cow wit the know how
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Chef be on the low down, sidewalk chalk wit the White Owls
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He, yo, niggaz who bless cassettes
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Peace my niggaz, one love to Funkmaster Flex
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(Freddie Foxx)
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I'm in the hole nigga knocking in sing-sing
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Barefoot in draws from jacking yours nigga cuz you saw
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99 pushups, I'm fiending for the mic
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I'm starting to bug the fuk out, I'm stomping on mice
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They feed me like an animal, my style is mad wild
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Now back in population, I refuse to crack a smile
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Ever since I blew trial, my attitude is fuked up
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Anybody say shit to me is getting stuffed up
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Petty dope dealers, pimps and big playas
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Foxx got the black rock down to rhymesayer
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I'm born on one's crafty shank ripping skulls
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Chopping mad niggaz to the blade is mad dull
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Chorus
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Let's Be Specific - Tragedy, Raekwon, + more
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Funkmaster Flex |