Ninety-five, keep it live
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Yeah to make papers, knahmsayin?
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Motherfuckin Kool G. Rap and B1
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and my motherfuckin man Grimm
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Just comin with somethin to keep the brainstem
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[B1]
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It's Big 1 son, Jamaica Queens is the turf
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And I'ma exploit, heaven and earth, for what it's worth
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It's the MC extrordinaire, the jewels glare
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The God is rare, I'm takin bitches back to my lair
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I want mines and yours, strippin niggaz to they drawers
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No probable cause, with the chrome double 4's
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It's the Queens New Yorker with a bulletproof parka
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In eighty-four, it was Calvins and British Walkers
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Now I'm sippin Harvey's Bristal Cream with the glock 17
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as the sirens race to the scene
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Tryin to get dough, like Pablo, today, fuck tomorrow
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Seats for carro, as I recline in Monte Carlo
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I got the game down to a science, it's the clients
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that turn small time hustlers into giants
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Three course meal, waitin for my appetizer
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Blowin like a geyser, time only makes me wiser
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Paraphenalia, and material, makes the crew imperial
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I put the fear in you, sippin beer with two
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Handlin business properly, form a monopoly
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Storefront property, if not, another robbery
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I'm puttin forth the effort, murder's the method
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The steak is peppered
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Son when I let off you meet your Lord and shepherd
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Bloody money gets niggaz deaded and wetted
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Don't forget it, money's the metal and my hand is magnetic
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Chorus: Grimm, B1
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I gotta flip these bricks
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cause bein broke drive me insane
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Money's on my motherfuckin brain
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From O-Z's to ki's
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the triple beam brings fame to my name
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Money's on my motherfuckin brain
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Niggaz be scheamin and teamin
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but still I maintain
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Money's on my motherfuckin brain
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Cause money and murder go hand in hand
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It ain't nothin but a game
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Money's on my motherfuckin brain son
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[Grimm]
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Cryin hopin God forgive me for the ones I killed
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But until still, I dry my eyes with hundred dollar bills
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Like McDonald's, makin mills servin
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Fuck a Landcruiser now, pulls a ? to Suburban
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Stressed out, sittin thinkin past bed time
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Scared can't sleep, nightmares about fed time
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Diamonds, linens, ostrich and all that
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Fat shit I'm talkin code cause my phone's tapped
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Crackheads worship me like I'm Jesus
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Uncle Sam can't stand me cause I'm fuckin all his nieces
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Cuties every colour, who I wanna fuck next?
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Buy a new car, maybe Lamborghini trunk next
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Look at the jealousy in the eyes of the roughnecks
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Bulletproof glass just in case they wanna buck Tecs
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A large ratio in this game dies
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But I'm flippin pies, til the Senate legalize
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Chorus: Grimm, G. Rap (same lines)
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[Kool G. Rap]
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I'm sportin flavors and Timbs, a ninety-five Bezn with the chrome rims
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Presedential Rolex, two carat diamonds with the stone gems
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Pockets filled with lucci leather wallets designed by Gucci
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Parlay in resteraunts, eatin shrimp, scampi and sushi
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Fly minks, with icicles that blink inside cuban links
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Lookin ?, brothers stink, got loot like I'm doin banks
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Hundred dollar bottles of chammy, condos in Miami
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Front row seats up at the Grammy's, the broke niggaz can't stand me
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Hold the flame low, hotel suites inside the Flamingo
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Just home by the dingos, I step up in em rockin Kangols
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Straight up fakin no jacks, cause all my crackshacks are jam packed
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My mad stacks, show that I'm on the right track, like Amtrak
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So stand back, cause I'ma make whatever it takes
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to shake Jakes, and shoot snakes, and bake more snowflake cakes than Drake's
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Cut up your grill like I'm the Barber of Seville
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Still like Gotti bodies are found inside the harbor cause I'm ill
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It's war, but no more kids are bein kidnapped, matter of fact
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ain't with the shit black, I was young when I did that
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There's dope in the Copa Cabanas, cock back the hammers
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So niggaz in pajamas get they wigs split like bananas
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Stable of hotties, niggaz with shotties catchin bodies
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Neighborhood John Gotti with more notes than Pavarotti
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Yeah, paid as a motherfuckin bank teller
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The Goodfella, I stay a motherfuckin drug seller
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Chorus: Grimm, G. Rap, B1 (G and B alternate)
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[ad-lib to outro]
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