*featuring Black Rob
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[Black R] Yeah baby it's time to pump the bottle, baby
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[Benzino] Yeah
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[Black R] Can you take to the re-rub off my shit?
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[Benzino] Yeah, Hangmen 3
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[Benzino (Black Rob)]
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All y'all done it, all y'all funny
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Shit can get ugly
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One man summit, always blunted,
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Haters most wanted
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I live it, y'all flaunt it (Any questions)
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Deep dish twenty
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Y'all too friendly
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My shit trendy
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You really wanna know
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Long time coming, long time hustling
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It's all my money
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House, cars it's all mine cousin
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My life sumthin', y'all like frontin' (Any questions)
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Fuck that dump shit if my gun click all y'all run quick
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Y'all just talkin'
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Boston, Harlem, Own, Sparkin
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[Hook]
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[Black Rob]
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If ya real, ya real, if ya ain't, ya ain't
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Me and Ray like big Shaq in the paint
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We do it from DC to Detroit, to Chi-town, New Orleans, Texas and back down
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[Benzino]
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If ya real, ya real, if ya ain't, ya ain't
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Me and Black like big Shaq in the paint
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We do it from Cleveland to Oakland, down to LA, VA and back to NC
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[Black Rob]
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Yo, best done, who done popped up out of hiding
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Snuck out the bowels of Gotham, who gone stop em'?
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The body mask wore eighty-fives, all solid
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It's all roll-ed, let's get this green like its call-ed
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I floss a lot black and get to Boston I'm hot
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Acting like I won't bring the black Porsche off the lot
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Then do the right thing, y'all know Ray, y'all know Jinx
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I'm like the night wing with the iced out bright wing
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Go ahead dog, sleeping I'm a steal ya plate
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Brought Ray and Made Men out to seal ya fate
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More ya ta none, beef, might borrow ya guns
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I borrow ya funds, dog we'll spoil your fun
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Eastside I lay at, I'm like whoa! when ya play that
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I'm not a killer cat to fix his mouth and say that
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Bad Boy, Made Mens and high living
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I'm outta here, streets, stay out of prison
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[Hook]
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[Black Rob]
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If ya real, ya real, if ya ain't, ya ain't
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Me and Ray like big Shaq in the paint
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We do it from DC to Detroit, to Chi-town, New Orleans, Texas and back down
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[Benzino]
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If ya real, ya real, if ya ain't, ya ain't
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Me and Black like big Shaq in the paint
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We do it from Cleveland to Oakland, down to LA, VA and back to NC
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[Benzino]
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Four, five, sixes, arm tight bitches
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The middle finger's up to all my critics
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Flow so vicious, hate taking pictures
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I ain't feelin' niggas who fuckin' with the snitches
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Hit you out the park like Manny, y'all can't stand me
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Won't see me at the Grammy's
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My team stunning, the high beams are coming
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Doors flying open, my team start thumping
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Leave your boys crawling
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Who got your back, call em'
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Problems resolve them, there not that important
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The last one standing, you the first one leaving
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The first one bleeding, now who the one breathing?
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Ninety-five south, don't ever try and follow
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Fuck around, get hit by the hollow
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Ray Benzino, Grand Marciano, Bad Boys, Made Men live at the Apollo
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[Hook x2]
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[Black Rob]
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If ya real, ya real, if ya ain't, ya ain't
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Me and Ray like big Shaq in the paint
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We do it from DC to Detroit, to Chi-town, New Orleans, Texas and back down
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[Benzino]
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If ya real, ya real, if ya ain't, ya ain't
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Me and Black like big Shaq in the paint
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We do it from Cleveland to Oakland, down to LA, VA and back to NC
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[Second hook fades out]
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Any Questions
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| Benzino |
