[Ghostface Killah - Verse 1]
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Yo, straight out the ghetto, I'm damn hood
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I stack a dollar like a whole rack of canned goods
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Baggy jeans, no chimps, ACG Boots
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Livin' in the crack spot, bangin' that Sheek Louch
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The narcotics is far from garbage, whether it's cold or it's late August
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My shit is fresh cuz I catch the hottest
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My little cousin bubble swatches and carry a couple oxes
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Keep a deuce deuce by his ankle and get it poppin'
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You know, we be the boys clockin' the grave yard shift
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Big bubbles, countin' the cream, burnin' the lazar spliff
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My man jumps out the whip with the AR 5th
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And we ball from plentys of parties cuz we start shit
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Parole holes, six months in the box
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My little sister got her head shaved off
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She made it home for shop
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We sellin' Carters, Pampers, Similac formula
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Anything ya take cuz the paper keep callin ya
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Gangsters keep ballin fosho, we want more
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We make it rain from the tech and the wop
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The next coroner priests don't have enough cups for us
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To slow us up, they hit us with dusk
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Then they rush-bust, my man Big Ron will break the cuffs
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300 pound nigga, po po has to fuck him up
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They say that my projects should undergo therapy
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We never voted, we votin' for Oprah, Obama, and Eric B.
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[Chorus]
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Guns imported from Dubra
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Wheel jazz and shit bags
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Peach Snapples and pretty scalpels
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Renaissance
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I'll stick a pick in yo gut at the chapel
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I'll blow a nigga for a box of Huggies
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Cop killers with a box of dummies
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Dummies stuck to the project floors
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Niggas is suited up and be ready for war
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[Beanie Sigel - Verse 2]
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It's the Broadstreet Bully and the Killah with no Face
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My mac bullets burn like tequila with no chase
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My knife work like the guillotine sword
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Cut niggas, stop frontin' for my killa bee swarm, something
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Empty out the whole clip and reload
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Shot gun barrel leave you smokin like a broke stove
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Yeah, and I'm all about that bullshit
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The casket, the hearse, and the pastor in the pulpit
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I kill a nigga at the drop of a dime
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Just imagine what I do for a quarter
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Ain't no tellin what I do for a dollar
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Pop a nigga right in front of his mama
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Son a nigga right in front of his daughter
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And im nothin like a father
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Couldn't come from these nuts I got
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To see Baltimore suck this cock
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I know most of y'all wouldn't understand
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Get it, understand
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Yeah some niggas will and some niggas won't
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Like some niggas kill and some niggas don't
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You's a fake it 'til you make it type a nigga
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I'm a straight up take it type a nigga
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Pistol whip a nigga 'til I break it type a nigga
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I'm hard on chumps, most of these dudes is fags
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Put the guarder on pumps, push the broom up they ass
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Or the knife like American me, American Sig' is Muslim
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So I ain't feelin Bush overseas
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I think with the wisdom of Malcom, got the soul of a panther
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So by any means is the anthem
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You gonna have to cut me out the track like cancer
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I can't stop won't stop
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This how we do it from Philly to Chi...
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Toney Sigel a.k.a. The Barrel Brothers
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Ghostface Killah |