[Skit]
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[Noreaga]
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Hey yo the same old G
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Yo thats my shit
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Switch cd's threw on Nas shit
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Yo in the whip yo the windows clogged up
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Shorty givin me head mouth clogged up
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Flusher Meadow we call it "Lovers Lane"
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Every nigga probably here probably doin the same
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>From the front seat back seat
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Stashed in the glove compartment
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Where we keep the heat
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Shorty try to kiss me
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I'm like "I don't kiss
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dont take it personal yo some ass this
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but it's all good you could still suck my shit"
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She star-struck bitch just wantin to fuck
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Askin me repeatedly to say "What what"
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She sucked my dick till I can't even bust
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She sucked my shit I had no more nuts
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Heyyo it's time to break before it get too late
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Had my wife out while I think I'm on a date
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But I rolled the philly and I counted my bread
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She said "One more time" and she grabbed my head
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I'm like "Wow she spittin on it gettin on it"
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Actin like she never had it like she really wanted
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I heard a knock on the window said "Don't move"
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Yo I'm nearly stuck shorty jumped right up
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Heard a nigga say "Don't move and give it up"
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At this point I'm shook turn around and I look
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BANG BANG Yeah nigga just shot his ass
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Broken window plus I got blood on my glass
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Get the car door open gat in my hand
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Still soapin lookin for who was approachin
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Blue suit damn I couldn't see through the tints
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Ah fuck it I'll say that it was self defense
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But the bitch started yellin raisin hell-in
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I probably gotta body or two to see tellin
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But then yo a nigga just shot a cop
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Pig's blood on my clothes pig's blood on my glock
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But they just shot a black man
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Fourty one times
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He had no gat I got murder rhymes
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Whatchoo think they would've did if they see mine
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The chick out of control wildin screamin and yellin
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I told her to chill before we get a felon
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My hand over her mouth I told her cut it out
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Gat to the stomach I took the highway hit a hundred
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Scared to death wishin I left
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The heat in the crib but I didn't it was all red
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The bitch sayin she sick stop bullshittin
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I gotta cat crib in Jamaica
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My little cousin he ain't gon say nuttin
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"Son it's hectic right just hold me down aight?"
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I'm on Wanted Most America
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All of my phones is tapped now God
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Yo even my cellular
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Me and Martymore shout for sure
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Now we gang bangin yo arc the sore
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I gotta letter from the government the other day
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Yo I opened it up and yo I peep what it say
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It said "You can't get away ya hear? -The KKK"
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My niggas is sayin I'm hot makin em hot
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I'm all over the news for hittin the cop
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But I'm still poppin partyin with John Chalkin
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He said "Before we talk we need a meal"
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I need to get myself up and he can make a deal
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I said "Fuck no I dont give a fuck though
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yo the cop asked for it plus a nigga got dough"
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The same bitch that I was with I'm still wit
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Heyyo I felt her neck and I felt her tits
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Heyyo the bitch wired then I heard a gat fired
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Remembered real quick feeling real sick
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I fell to the floor hancuffed the bitch got me
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"I was tangled in this all along Popy"
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Police got one and my Moms got the other copy
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I got bagged up for a bad suck
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I guess it's over now nigga got bad luck
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Yo to the mutha fuckin police uptown that shot that man
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I hope one of ya'll got to fuckin Attica
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The other one go to Constalk
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The other one go to Clinton
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And the other one go to Sing-Sing
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And ya'll all wear wigs and lipstick and get fucked in ya'll fuckin assholes
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Fuck the fuckin NYPD
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Flagrant Cops
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Noreaga |