(feat. Cormega)
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[Snippet from Scarface #1]
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Hey, fuck you, man!
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Who put this thing together?
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Me!
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That's who
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Who do I trust?
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Me!
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[Raekwon]
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Nah this what I'ma do
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I'ma get on the phone one time
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[Chorus 1]
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Yae yo, yae yo, cop that yae yo
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Gotta be thuggin, thuggin
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[Verse 1: Raekwon the Chef]
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Yo, ayyo, why this shit ain't cooking up right?
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Papi told me this is solid white
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Fuck it wrap it up take it back up
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Still in all it's a play out
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Tired of spending money
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Might get them niggas laid out
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Yo, yo Fernando sent me, yo
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Stop acting hostile, yo
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And yo don't point that shit at me
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Bad enough I gotta come in the crib
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Wid spanish niggas using languages and shit
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I'm feeling like a dick
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Left the crib wit my hand brolic
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This is some bullshit
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Might get knocked take the wrist coward
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Yo, Fernando what happened?
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Shit cooking up backwards
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Light up a Backwood
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Don't make me backtrack
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Blew it dime it, the yae yo lay low
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Saying in my mind
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Fuck that papi gotta pay off
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Cash rules the Power-Wu chant it
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Yo Louis this ain't our product
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This is Carlos family
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Oh y'all wanna play me like a smoker
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Coming out my ice choker
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My man in the back, looking colder
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Papi yo why y'all wanna jucks me
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Yo listen B we got the best clientele since '83
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Fuck it, pull out the pot let's cook it
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Light the stove up
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Julie go to the store get some flour
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Sat back burning a big dutch
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With the crisp 18 shot glock, stashed in my nuts
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Poured it in the Pyrex sizzling
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Now it start drizzling
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Rainy day murder, black won't miss him
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Still I'm yelling this shit is business
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But they still ain't gon' violate
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What I stand for wid these drizzers
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He took it off the stove run the water
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Trying to work me, yo
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Knew I shouldn'ta hit the nigga's daughter
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He mighta showed more love
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Than went in the freezer
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And broke the ice down, pour it in
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We both looking at it on the twirl around particles grew
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Fly Khaluas is mad sliding Coronas through
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Feeling like Castro's cousin
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Gave them niggas all of my life
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All of my paper all my judgement
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It droppa only like an ounce worth
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Should I just come out my shirt
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Go berserk and let the Macks burst
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Skate off body in the Bronx
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Same shit Gotti was on
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Shallah, they gonna get your's play it calm
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Seventeen five was the total plus the five,
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Hundred for the cab driver that was rolling
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Yo, he blank rubbed his nose like a Nazi
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Jocked me, glock meets cock
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Ready to light up shop, watch me
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Standin by the 'fridgerator then caught the gleam
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From his eye, and he watch a nigga ride for the rent
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He looked up, recognized real
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Oh Papi, yo, pardon me
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Your glass spilled all over the floor
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Guess that's real, we both shakin hands
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Holdin guns, gave me back, all my ones
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We did that shit political, it's all done
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Last word, we bout to vanish
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Cognio, you woulda bust, right?
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Don't Puerto Ricans speak Spanish?
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[Chorus 2]
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Yaaaae yooooo
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Cop that yae yo
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Yae yo
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Bap do dap do da da yae yo
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Cop that yae yo
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Yaaaae yoooo
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[Snippet from Scarface #2]
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Say hello to my little friend!
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[Verse 2: Cormega]
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Yo, lay back like a fat Buddha
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Holdin my pearl handle mover in a Land Cruiser
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Rims shine like day time, in Bermuda
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I write rhymes smoother than niggas
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Who be frontin like, half a key movers
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I have to be financially set
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New Lex in front of my duplex
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My shine, drippin wet
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New nines in case your crew flex
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My brown eyes leavin your boo stressed
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So bad you had to get a new red vest
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Cause I collects tax
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My advice is to accept that
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Step back, blast, don't even wet that
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Yo, it's mandatory
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I'm self explanatory
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Don't front on me shorty
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Young Scarface, for real
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I wanna die blastin
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Fuck stashin
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My next 50 G's I'm buyin me a fire wagon
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Thugged out, leather interior
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Meg is superior
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My art of war dented your area
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My mug shot praised in jail cells and drug spots
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My razor, touch faces and carve rocks
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Corrupt cop cases
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Had me on semi-vacations
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It's day dreams, lay down way schemes
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For niggas who get payed and takes cream
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Drugs supplier, thugs admire
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Ghetto dun-dun gunfire
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Keep my |