[Where Brooklyn at?] repeated
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Tek:
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You're too light to fight, plus you're too thin to win,
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and who ya gonna call when I break your glass chin?
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Mista Rippa, slicker than your sista.
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Turn down the lights, she got hit by the Vicksta.
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Keep a lid on your lip so your wig won't get split.
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Better have your joint cocked, my hand's comin' off my hip.
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This little nigga pumped the lead, that ass fled,
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three of your boys wounded, three of your men dead.
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Time to hop to Iron (hillyyyy), back to my (spillyyyyyyy),
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Flat Foot comin' deep like (hillbillyyyyy).
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Can't hear the sirens, gotta block 'em out my mind,
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I gotta get away so I can do more crime.
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See my brethrens down the block, risin' up out their spot,
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puffin' meth in the hood where the spot is hot.
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My Timbs ease tension by stompin' next when I'm vexed,
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throw up your dick-beaters, kid, it's time to flex.
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Chorus One: 4x
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[I am what I am] / And I do what I do
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[Puff mad lye] / Catch wreck with my crew
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Steele:
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[Sent to represent the real heads,
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the dreads on the scene, now all the bumbaclot talk must dead.
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I walk the fence of stress and tension,
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hit the Benz then hit the spliff with my friends
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and catch mad wreck with my man Tek] I am what I am
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[That's why my fans show respect when I slam sets.
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I don't front for you, your crew, even a stunt,
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roll up the blunts, cuz real niggas do what they want.
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Big up to all original criminaaaals, the ill politicaaaal,
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and all Boot Camp Generaaaals.
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I be gettin' charged with my squad on the project step
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and you'll regret when my mob flex.
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Glam to the man that sham when I hit 'em with tricks or 4-5-6 when I'm gamblin.
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Collect your trap then add it to my fat stacks,
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chill, I'll be back, right now I'm out to smoke the next sack.]
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Chorus Two: 2x
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Puff mad lye / [Catch wreck with my crew]
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Puff mad lye / [Catch wreck with my crew]
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Puff mad lye / [Catch wreck with my crew]
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I am what I am / [And I do what I do]
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Tek: It's goin' down. [Steele: The deal has been set and it's ready]
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Strap up the arms cuz it's time to be jetty.
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[Ya niggas violated when you crossed that thin line.]
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Tresspassed in Bucktown and now you're all mine.
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[Here batty booooyyyy] One move and you're dead.
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[Got my glocks cocked and they're pointed at your head]
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Your operation's DEAD AND STINKIN', TIED DOWN WITH BRICKS AND
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EAST RIVER SINKIN'.
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Got my hoodie on and my Timb boots, troop.
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[Kick your whole bottom row of fronts out, Dupe]
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Ya best protect your frame before you tow out it, G.
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[I'm halfway sane, that's what the Lord tells me]
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But I chose to disregard fuzz [smoke buzz]
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And lamp in the Camp with the rest of the THUGS, CUZ
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[I am, what I am, and I do what I do]
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Puff mad lye, catch wreck with my crew.
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Chorus One: 4x
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Chorus Two: 2x
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Smif-N-Wessun and we out like that...
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(okay, we ready to rock...)
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Wrektime
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Smif-N-Wessun |