(feat. Ghostface Killer)
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[Intro: The Mack]
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No man all bitches are the same, just like my hoes, you know
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I keep em broke
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Wake up one morning with some money they're subject to go crazy you know?
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I keep em lookin good, pretty and all that
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You know, but no dough
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When I get a bitch, I got a bitch (right on)
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[Ghostface]
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Word up, that motherfuckin brother wise
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YouknowhatI'msayin? Teachin the uncivilized
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Yeah, runnin the streets, know it's deep
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Word up, check his technique, yeah
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I be Ghostface
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Flippin the, marvelous track
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Yeah
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You know the steelo, but yo, yo
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Check the bangin sounds that I invent
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Fake niggaz who tried to flex hard came and went
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They couldn't match up with the fly nigga
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Wit his back against the wall
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Heads clapped once I came in the door
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I played the speaker, sippin on Kahlua
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Saw this bad bitch wit a switch
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And yo, I had to step to her in a manner
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and rather wished the current was warm
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When I had reached her, I looked and knew the shit was on
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Peace, excuse me, allow to introduce myself
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Yo, I'm the man, and Honey, you've been rated top shelf
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Yo, what's your name hon, hair wrapped up in a bun
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Your eyes sparkle, just like glass in the sun
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Never diss em, it's hard for a nigga just to miss em
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Especially, when you're browsin, goin fishin
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Your wasteline, bangin like a bassline
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Physical form is well complexed
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And yo, I love your outline, Boo
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Your whole body is wild, wit your rugged profile
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Enough to make a hard rock smile
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You can't strikeout, tell me what can really go wrong
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You rockin' labels - Tommy Hil down to Claiborne
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Show me some love hon, show me some love boo
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Show me the vibe and I'll be more than glad to shoot it through
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Aiyyo peep it, I know you love Victoria's Secret
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And lovin' all the marvelous slang on how I freak it
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Plus, see you're the type to make a nigga crash
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Far from trash, your flesh is way softer than a baby's ass
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Your body lotion is the potion, the shit got me open like dust
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And yo, your stee is high potent, yo
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We can go the distance, I put you under wings
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From this convo we can spark and see whatever brings
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I walked a hot Arabian desert, barefooted
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I grabbed your hand, you grabbed my joint and knew where to put it
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Word up, yo, straight up and down yo
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Check the joint, baby
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It be the Wu-Tang production
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Yeah, yeah, and all types of shit
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And brothas catchin repercussions
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Yo, straight up
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Wisdom Body
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Raekwon |