*featuring Beanie Sigel, Brett, Kool G. Rap,The LOX
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[unknown singer]
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Ohhhhh.. senorita.. when the evening sun go down
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I come to.. serenade you.. from another part, of town
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[car tires peeling out]
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[Angie Martinez]
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Let's get it on it's Angie Mar' reportin live from the streets
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From Y.O. to Philly and Harlem to Q.B.
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When it drops it's game over, you'll see
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Introducing, Jadakiss and Styles P, where you at?
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[The L.O.X.]
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Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
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You know we still in the hood dog, in front of the store
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With the work across the street and the gun in the stall
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Soon as somethin happen niggaz wanna run to the law
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You know the code of the streets, never run to the law
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That's why I can't even run 'less I run with a four
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or I walk with a three, come and talk to 'em P
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You can catch me down bottom with a bird and a glock
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On the block makin money where they murder a lot
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Or you can catch me up top shootin dice for a yard
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I'm talkin six digits, niggaz bet the house or the car
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You can catch me hittin the spliff, sick in the pit
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On the fiend like I'm missin my shit, they think I'm crazy
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Catch me hittin your lady in my Mercedes
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Bird on your baby, fuck you I'm keepin it gravy
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L.O.X. hold the hammers
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like we waitin for screws
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With Angie Mar' BLOWIN MOTHERFUCKERS OUT OF THEY SHOES, WHAT?
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[Angie Martinez]
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Comin live from the streets where some died tryin to eat
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From Y.O. to Philly, from Harlem to Q.B.
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And when it drops, game over, you'll see
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Introducin, Beanie Sigel, tell me how you livin?
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[Beanie Sigel]
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Aiyyo, I've been kickin murder - since Adidas with thick strings
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T.I. sweatsuits, Pumas with thick chains
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Four finger rings, black belts with brass names
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I was spittin flames since niggaz was pitchin change
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I'm a hard knock kiddo, always played the middle
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Threw flacks in the crack game, getchu if I can getchu
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Since a buck, played the highway, dodgin the troop boys
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Jumpin in and out of Coupes, wavin for Duke boys
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Always chased a penny, copped quarter waters
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Tried to make a dollar chased my pop's boss daughters
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Tryin to make my name, global, in all four corners
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Philly baller, gamin in all four quarters
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Never worked, never will - all my hoes buy my clothes
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I can't go broke, never will - all my bros buy my O's
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I'm the best thing that linked up with New York since Sprewell
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I murder, nuttin further - fill in the details
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[Brett]
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I'm here, it's over, fuck how y'all feel
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When I drop, y'all gon' realize it's all real
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Bein left for dead, tied up, smoke 'til I was dried up
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So high up, seem like the sky ducked, high what?
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Life was rough, but now it's nothin to hide
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Used to click and be quick to put this gun to yo' side
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Be like, "That chain nice - I like that pal.
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Matter fact {*click click*} I'd like that now."
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You've got game? Call the name, just spell the name right
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Brett, one of the best rappers ever to touch a mic
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It's prophecized I'd write, spit scriptures mind blowin
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'til my coffin top close and heaven skies open
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Fear no man's my slogan, I hope y'all believe
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I'm just like you, fear nuttin human that bleeds
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My mind breed two movies, six ab-lums, a hundred poems
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Thirty R&B joints, I'm beyond the norm, y'all just mad
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I'm just glad, got my time to shine
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Y'all the type to hit three hundred bars and run out of rhymes
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[Angie Martinez]
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Brett, from my ByStorm family, with Angie
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Come live from the streets, from Harlem to Q.B.
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And when it drops, game over, you'll see
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Introducin, finally, the legendary Kool G.
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[Kool G. Rap]
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It's B.G.S. kid so what you facin? Caps racin
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Decapitation twenty buck-fifties and lacerations
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Guerilla fam' camouflaged out in the grass waitin
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to blass your nation slash like Jason and bash your face in
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We ass lacin top bodies and half in the basement
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Our style, cast you so bad you'll need plastic replacement
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When gats is raised in, fascination blastin and blazin
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Evacuation for your whole staff there's gas in the tank and
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Gets back abrasions from cap grazin, defy gravitation
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Pull my shit back squeeze bust it like masturbation
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Hold fort, hold the blow |