(feat. Raekwon, Redman & Method Man)
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[Intro: Raekwon]
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Forreal? Can I get a juice, lord?
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Yeah, yeah... yeah, squad niggas boy, forreal
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Uh-huh, forreal, man, word, open the door, man
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Hustle flow shit, yeah, aiyo, pass the cigar, lord
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Come on, man, stop playing, man
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[Raekwon]
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We in the cabin playing backgammon, gorilla monster slammers
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Brothers higher us, try us you gon' die, son
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Green medicine, blow veterans
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Run in Adidas store, six more valors, drawers feather skin
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Haircutted up, hollering, seven through three sixes
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No, we ain't the devil, where ya llama, dick?
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Can't stand the other side, niggas know we rich, we color guys
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Loose up your mother, true lullabies
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Gangsta ever readies, take off my shirt, no batteries, nigga
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Just one mean magnum killer
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Snowmobiles jetting out the Timber, feel Chef altitude
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Yo, I can't breathe, check the splendor
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Brazilian honey dip, I'm on my rifle day, nigga
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Times is roughing, Timberland cuffing
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One knee up, G up all the re-up
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Hope we can pull it back, my throat my only weapon, blow the beat up
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[Ghostface Killah]
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Stuff pillow pads in the rat holes, reduce that faggot ass nigga
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Who wanna jump like a frog to a tadpole
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Gag it up, sliding through the ER, batted up
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A tube in your dick, you can't piss when standing up
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Hands is shaking, doctors is taken to operating
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"Nah, he might not live!" So they start debating
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You in bad shape, in the neck of New York
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Your slithering ways, lay with you a bad snake
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Smash bake, eight stab holes in your shoulder blades
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You wilding on the stretcher and shit, bitch trynna hold your legs
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Nah don't hold his legs, tell that bitch ass nigga to chill
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Put something in his meat like boiling eggs
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Got gophers that sleep in the woods, car hard down
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Padlock your bow-legged spot, where your rocks now?
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You ain't moving no crack, you'se a moving ass rat
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After you lay up in that morgue, I'mma fuck your back
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Yeah, nigga, die slow with your smirk on
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Night-night lights, dim it down, get your mirk on
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Later I see you in hell, get your bird on
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Filled with embalming fluid, get your serve on
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[Redman]
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My sherm on in the hood when I ride by
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My eyes looking like I learned how to skydive
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The world is yours, there's rules you abide by
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Ride with the fly guy on I-95
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They said a nigga return, but I never left
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I told Big L through me, he could resurrect
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I'm that nigga like Puff in L-O-X
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I took one L and life is still Double X
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Brick City where I bleed on the streets at
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The E's in M&M's, I need a (Relapse)
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And bitches, grab my mic, give me feedback
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Reggie you an asshole, baby I be that
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Yeah, I get cocky when the beat pumping
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You know you doing it when your tire lip running
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I keep a freak and I call chicken McNugget
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Cuz this (Superbad) nigga, she McLovin'
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[Method Man]
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Fiends get killed in my hallways, we parle
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My feet been killing me all day
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Your boy down for lot, like them killas in raw way
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It's all work and no play, cuz this block ain't nothing like Broadway
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Revenge is sweeter then sorbet, you all become believers
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Once this heaters in your face, just a part of my funk swear
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Ya'll don't want no part of the gun spray
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I would hate to pull it in one stray
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That's where the innocents by stand, we trapped inside these tenements like damn
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Why mama trynna feed us this spiced ham
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Connects trynna cheat us with light grams
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Co-defendants try to lighten they sentence, snitching to white man
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Turned state evidence, fam, we ain't jellin'
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Felons ain't felons no more, they straight tellin'
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Ain't nothing worse than a rat, you can't smellin'
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And ain't nothing worse than a track, you can't sellin'
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Troublemakers
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Ghostface Killah |