(feat. Busta Rhymes & Uncle Murda)
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[Intro: Busta Rhymes]
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It's Flipmode bitch! Categorize my word as gospel
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YEAH!
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[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
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Yo! I offer niggas the encouragement
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While I give you the nourishment I put niggas on punishment
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Y'all niggas is trash but I offer the streets the supplements
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Takin over the block now I'm tryin to control the government
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(SAY WHAT!) Got these niggas pissin they mattresses
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The God is back nigga get the deliverin my packages!
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Now I'm back from L.A. all access
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It's that nigga back from the Oscars after fuckin some actress-es
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While I give you the seasonin and there recipes
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Over the music they sound like Sticker from in the seventies
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While sippin 'nac that make niggas hiccup and spit for centuries
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Of course the ratchet they click up and my enemies
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The way I flood the streets you know the flava good
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I'm a stash some of the coke and cause a drought up in the neighborhood
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I'm only in the streets to feed a nigga
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Regardless what you think the game will always need a nigga
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(Yeah! Might as well mortalize me into a statue nigga!)
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[Verse 2: Raekwon]
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Yeah, let's go love...
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I wear a MEAAAN dark pair of shades
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Janglin bats back in the days, I wore braids
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Runnin with solicitors, grizzlies, monkey business prisoners
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Livin Uptown with scales inside wall ridges
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Y'know we network our ass off
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Slabs of salt, dynamite sticks from bricks, fiends gas off
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Blowin sellin dope, runnin to the vault pass off
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Play with my paper, write your little ass off
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Stylin 'cause I know how to dress
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Learned it from Jamacians who stressed the building lights and gallons of cess
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We play rock star hard, every big bangle we mangle (uh-huh)
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Mad dog with the uzi named King Tango
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Fishin for riches, mission is to dig bitches (yep)
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Hide from the NARCs', Clarks on blue cases
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You know we love you like cook food, matta fact
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Cook cocaine, never drainin the good mood
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[Bridge: Uncle Murda]
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(Hold up! Hold up! Hold up!) Chill, chill nigga
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Damn! (What's goin on? Y'all tryna make a song WIT'OUT ME? !)
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I ain't get enough fuckin wreck, man!
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(I'm on this, GOBBS, what's goin on?)
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[Verse 3: Uncle Murda]
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I get that fatty, I got that hammer
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I die for that bread man, that's word to my grandma (GRANDMA!)
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I kill for it too, that's word to my lil' man (Oh!)
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I risk my freedom for him, send me to prison man
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I gotta get it man (I do!), Look, by any means necessary
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Pop a nigga while I'm robbin him if it's necessary (BANG!)
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Yeah - gimme the loot, gimme the loot
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He was like, "Aight Murda, don't shoot, don't shoot (Don't MOVE!)
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No head shots, please don't shoot me in my head
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It ain't that serious, I ain't tryna die for that bread (What? !)
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I don't want no beef, man take my burna
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I'm a put the word out, no more hatin on Murda (They hatin)
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You get weed on my block, all of dem man
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I did it for 26, you can charge me 40 a grand (Aight, I got it!)
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I know what beef is and I don't want it, son
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I'm serious, I don't care if I sound corny son" (You DO doe!)
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(Damn! My Philly cap gone!)
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Stick Up Music
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Raekwon |