[Intro:]
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What y'all wanna to do
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What y'all wanna to do nothin
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I'm rite in front of u frontin'
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U kno how tha ballas do
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I'm stuntin'
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It's nothin
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[Verse:]
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Now I'm goin 2 leave alone the neighborhood needs me
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Been hot on tha record makin look easy
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Anotha cd u take as a freebie
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I'm chasin the numba one place on your t.v.
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Who known 4 takin somethin' & makin' freezin'
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Come close I'm goin 2 be up in the post
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To make a long story short big story about me & toast
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I'll turn your emcee to a ghost throwin' dirt in my name
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Tie him up & keep feedin' him soap
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Be scareful NYPD want your throat
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Any nigga with eyes can see he a joke
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And he goin' 2 hang himself all he needs a rope
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We ain't have shit but nine militers & hope
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The stress of bein' broke turns weed into smoke
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And I fear no man if he breathe he can choke
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I'm hot from the trops through the barbershops
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I move units from the towers through the mom & pops
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Hobbs blue, green, & white diamond blocks
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Makin' him sick like the feelin wen the condom pops
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Eight 8's T.V.'s all kind of drops
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No stress I'm come home best
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Eskimo flow bring the doe slow is a no show
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U know the fo' go everywhere I'm solo
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Bout to hit the industry with a low blow
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Playin hatin on me it's a "no no"
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Step up or get stepped on
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Matter fact step through your whole rep gone
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Niggas walk around lik they have teflon
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He ain't even carry and they all wet bomb
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Out here u do the creep or get crept on
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I'm gone
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[Outro:]
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Yeah boy
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U thought fukin things changed nigga
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We run this man
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Y'all niggas get the fuk out the way man
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What Y'all Wanna Do
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Lloyd Banks |