[Intro: Don Chulo]
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Yo, Don Chulo (that nigga got a problem with the Don Chulo)
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Les Ness, 2 G's (got, you heard)
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Flatbush, Park Side, 225 (what?)
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[Don Chulo]
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Why I feel like I been thru this before?
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D??vu, ya still want more?
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Have it your way, we'll skip the foreplay
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Down on all fours, guess who gettin fucked today
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Fucked on your royalties, fucked on your event
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Fucked on your deal, and this is your very last chance
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So now we gotta take it back to the streets
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By this son, you know I mean back to the heats
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Back to knowin this beef, knowin that nothin is sweat
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My click got eatin you food, leavin nothin to eat
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Come thru, tear it out, nothin but Jeeps
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Leavin nuthin to retaliate, nothin to creep
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Game's over, it's a sweep, and I'm the MVP
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Snatchin awards and applauds on MTV
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No need to wonder why y'all envy me
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The Don C., now y'all see who the Don be
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[Chorus: Don Chulo]
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Yo who got game nigga? Yo what's my name nigga?
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The Don Chulo, ain't shit change
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I continue to reign, but the bitch is the cocaine
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Take a blast of this and watch it num the brain
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Yo who got game nigga? Yo what's my name nigga?
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The Don Chulo, ain't shit change
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Knowledge to minister, Chulo the migraine
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Know I return to continue my reign
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[Don Chulo]
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Yo, hold up, hold up, let's back this shit up
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You, you and you, yo pack ya shit up
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Yo I'm pushin weight while you crackin the sit ups
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Don't make you lean you hit up, till you spit up
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Quadriplegic, need help just to get up
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While I'm shy like the skyline with all the buildings lit up
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Don't be bitter, son take it like a man
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Take it like the cracker did to Cherokee's land
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And when you wake up tomorrow, I'mma still be the man
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I'mma still be the cat, you gotta come to the grams
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Stay stackin my grands, in the Benji
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Smokin large amounts of censi, boy don't tempt me
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To let my clear cinque siete, spit until it's empty
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Hold that, give it back, like it's some shit you lent me
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Don't take it personal, cuz this was meant to be
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The best, is how they gon mention me
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From now until the end of the century
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[Chorus]
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[Don Chulo]
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It's that head banger shit, drug slanger shit
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Years of anger shit, now it's some danger shit
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Got ya body divided, with no remainder shit
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You can't change the shit
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I'm movin so fast that you can't aim and shit
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This is my game kid, don't you forget it
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If you do it, boy, will you regret it
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Be somebody gets deaded, yo, I guess ya can see where this headed
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The analytical, lyrical, seven, syndical, biblical, reverend
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Alpha, omega, beginning, the ending
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So what I reap, so I'm cheap, no borrowin or lending
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Cuz once you burn bridges, there is no mendin
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I'm the king of mi casa, with me you can't prosper
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Chulo dilomite doctor, fuck with no hosta
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Blastin vangoda, stay away from the yada yada
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Keep my mind on nada but the chadda
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[Chorus]
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[Outro: Don Chulo]
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Yo, for real all ya playa hatin ass niggas
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Yo this 225, Bronx style, Flatbush nigga what
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BK representin, Les Ness, my nigga Self, Lady Raw
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The whole Flatbush Crew, BK in general the click nigga
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This how we put shit down, what?
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Who's Got Game?
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Popa Wu |