[Various samples]
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[Hook:]
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Just wait outside and keep the engine runnin
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Just wait outside and keep the engine runnin
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And don't make a move unless the wartime's comin
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And just wait outside and keep the engine runnin man
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Just wait outside and keep the engine runnin
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Just wait outside and keep the engine runnin
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And don't make a move unless the wartime's comin
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And just wait outside and keep the engine runnin, runnin
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[Verse 1: Consequence]
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Man, my pops won't let me drive until the law says that I'm able
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But since he fell asleep and left his keys up on the table
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I figured I'd be able to snatch em without permission
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And he be out cold and never find out they was missin
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So I did just that and got the car up out the driveway
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Then hit up Pat and we was headed toward highway
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But made one stop to get some Newports and Coroners
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Before we checked these chicks that we had New out and Coroner
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But at the turn of corner in this bad part of town
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We see this nigga Rell and he's flaggin us down
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Then he walked up on the car, asked me and Pat "What's poppin?"
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Then jumped in the backseat before I got the chance to lock it
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Asked me if could we drop him even though we going elsewhere
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But what poked from his shirt gave me concerns for my welfare
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Cause even though his belt's there, the tech's on his waist
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And he made us stop the car at the check-cashing place
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Then threw a mask on his face like MF Doom
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Cause there's enough cash in the safe to buy a new Lex soon
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And his tone was rather smooth when he said, "Don't make a muscle move"
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Cause 'til I get inside the only thing I wanting y'all to do is
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[Hook]
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[Verse 2: Talib Kweli]
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Top shotters got the block hotter than Jamaican sun
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You taste it on your tongue, the shots is stronger than Jamaican rum
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Rain and a few the apple tongue, the big ratchets, they packin em
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They argue when they leavin they over cause they'll be back again
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Trapped with the clackers, tonight is blacker than the pistol grip
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They let off over little shit and chill for a little bit
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Hop in my hoopty, gotta stop for a Lucy
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Butter crunch and the dutch, grab the clutch, bump a juicy
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The nigga BIG can move me cause the shit be like a movie
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Plus I live in Brooklyn like the old donees and Roodie
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Plus Sandra Evanesce left my cash on the dresser
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Cause the ATM machine at the check casher next to
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Da bodega, I pulled up in the back, a Acura runnin
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The cats in the car looked like disaster was comin
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Niggas buggin thinkin somethin was wrong, I played the corner
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I always keep the gat like DMX in Arizona
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In the corner of my cornea, I see the one time California
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Slang for cops and they comin by cruisin
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The niggas in the ledger pealed out
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The people in the check-casher spot spilled out
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On the street, their faces looking like a child has been abused
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Here come this nigga with a gun lookin wild and confused
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Put it together, I'm like "These niggas"
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The cop shot me in the back and then I heard him say, "Freeze nigga"
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[Hook]
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Engine Running
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