(Intro)
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Yo Game what up, (Yo Chef what it is)
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Aint nothing my nigga, tryna get paid in full man
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(You know I'm definitely down for that)
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So you rep'n Black Wall Street right
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(Black Wall Street general, five star soldier and all that)
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No question I'm rep'n Vatican, we gone do this big nigga style
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Let's take em there for real, let's go
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(Verse: Raekwon)
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Before flusty days living in Killa Hills
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I was young'd out with rusty waves
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Cut'n hair chill'n, going down town blaze'n
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Lay'n up in Albee Square, When I bought my first fronts there
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Everybody young as fuck, in the pizza shop, what up
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Brooklyn niggas rap with a cuffle
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Call the highlights the gangsta dialect
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Before I let any nigga take mine I'm die'n, Moet
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What's the jump off, the new shit
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Then he said hold up a sec
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Get this crack money, niggas except
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Wick checks, food stamps and amps
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Blue Wallabee's, aviaries' on in the back on the ramp
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You know we pop off for hours, cowards beware
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Word to mother, you will respect my power
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Respect the dollar, no quizzy, Get busy
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It was like adolescents at war, we clapped them thizzies
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On the duece suited Voltron, The ratchet heavy
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In the crib cool'n blunted, watch'n Tom & Jerry
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Bag'n up, laugh'n, bling'n, rhyme'n and sing'n
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When it come to getting currency, call me a swinger
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We rock Maybach's, Benz's is little
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Icicles on, cover the ground with a massive dribble
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Call us ballers, brawlers, them whores want all us
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Suede down, cool'n, play'n spades with quarters
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And then left it for the rap game
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All my niggas grab champagne
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Bust of them seals it's mad flames, yall lames
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Stay in your lane, we move'n like big money
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Bet a nigga die for them chains
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You know the slang baby, watch me lay her
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Half goon, half mayor, the other half call me a hater
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But later, I'ma polly for Rae-ah, and a hundred wolves
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Pull next time, respect the playa, What
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(Chorus x2: Raekwon)
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Flashbacks, memories, two shots of Hennessy
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Street life etiquette, real niggas blend with me
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Talking bout ten a key, Baltimore, Tennessee
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I ain't got to tell you, how long I been a G
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(Verse: The Game)
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I'm sick and that drop Aston is the medicine
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Ride'n with the moon in the rear view, it's only evident
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I'm fly as the wings on a seven forty-seven jet
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Game code his rhymes, ain't even been recorded yet
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On the fence where my father used to sport a Vet
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And my Uncle Red ran the rock like door set
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Rewind time ten years before I had the Lex
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Mail man scared to drop the bills on my door step
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Little nigga street dream'n bout a fast car
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My Father had dope tracks like his arm was Nascar
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In eighty-seven, shit I was maybe seven
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Watch'n my big brother throw'n ten, come back with eleven
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Only knew what it was cause I overheard
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My pops on the phone talking bout selling all my birds
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I cried over the next eight years over them pigeons
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To only find out not one was missing, Word
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(Chorus x2: Raekwon)
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Flashbacks, memories, two shots of Hennessy
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Street life etiquette, real niggas blend with me
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Talking bout ten a key, Baltimore, Tennessee
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I ain't got to tell you, how long I been a G
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(Outro: Raekwon)
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Yeah, that's how we do what we do, you know what I¡¯m sayin?
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For real, the only thing we do baby
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Is fold dough, you heard
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And read the DuPont all day nigga
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And get the stove clean you heard
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Flashback Memories
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The Game |