(feat. Ghostface & Crooked)
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[Intro: w/ Raekwon ad-libs]
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[Raekwon:]
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No more rocks, Rubber glocks homie
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Move here all I hear, Call the cops on me
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Ankle gold straight for my chucks, Chevy truck
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Good CD, I rhyme to every nigga with I'll weed
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We at the cheeba house toast'n, Rhymes we roast'n a hundred K
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All they say is Rae and Ghost shitted
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Mind frame puzzled, Bezzle cost one million franks
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The Louie luggage bordered in Brussels
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No he didn't, Harry Winston watch, My time's limit
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I.C.S., The G kitted, We fitted
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Making my way all through the garden
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Large nigga respect, Yep, The Chef up, He kept calling
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Counter move'n with my shorty, We both lizard down
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Her neck, My ring blizzard down, Get up in the South
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Cooling with the hood goonies
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The Mickey Rooney's of the Project when mad logic step in the room
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[Hook: Reakwon]
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(Yes sir)
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Where niggas rock mink coats and carry a mink tote
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We got our bitches on mean boats
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(Yes Sir)
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The money that come we spending it, Getting it
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Don't give a fuck you get shot in the rented kid
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(Yes Sir)
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Don't play with the Kings with blings on
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(Yes Sir)
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No fake shit, Say the wrong thing and your team's gone
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(Yes Sir)
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From killers and rap niggas who clap niggas up
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What, Yeah but, Go get your little gats nigga
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[Ghostface Killah:]
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Yo this ain't your average type boss shit
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Steel pipes big enough to blow out your fausete
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We car buying, Bar buying, Not to mention
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My wall got flicks of me standing in the back of a large lion
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Shearling on, Shirt chill burning my man up
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Style is back up in this like P. and E. Sermon
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So what ya'll wanna do these bars is French toast
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Sin City style I'm like Marv in the trench coat
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Busting off arrows like Cupid
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The truth is I got the mother load from my girl and booked it
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Went to my cell shitted out then pooped it
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Sat broken down twenty dollars for two sticks
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Uhh, I'm a hustler, Ya'll my customers
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Broke niggas just wanna smoke like a muffler homie
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It's Crooked I and the Chef, And of course me
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Michael Phelps of this shit who wanna endorse me
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[Hook]
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[Crooked I:]
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If it's war I'm reaching for the heat
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I got bullets the size prehistoric teeth
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That'll bite you like the heater or the beef
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So I feed it more to eat, To lead a boy your sleep
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Leave em leaking on the street
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Then I'm creeping low, Discreet
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I'm the reason for police when I'm squeezing on my piece
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Like I be squeezing on your piece
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When she drinking on my skeet
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She move when a gangsta say so
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She wanna pop skittles, Wanna taste the rainbow
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You never know, Crooked could be poke'n your Mom
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In ? while smoke'n a bong, The ultimate Don
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Closed mouth don't get feed, I'm quoting you Psalms
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Closed fists don't get bread, So open your palms
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Yeah, How can you not feel that
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I'm on Rodeo with the top peeled back yelling C.O.B.
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I took a vow of abstinence for ya sucker emcees
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Which mean I swear to God none of ya'll fucking with me, Uhh
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[Outro: w/ Raekwon ad-libs]
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Yes Sir
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Raekwon |