(Intro)
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Yea
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A 1-2 a 1-2
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Here we go
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Check it out
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(Verse)
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It was a crime to rhyme, so funny to some rappers
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Spittin, tryna collect that bill, money and sums
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Revolving a gun, them problems come
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Call the party, someone¡¯s son
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Damn you guys were both so young
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Where I¡¯m from you catch the whole case
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Autopsy photos in your cell, seen his whole face
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No you ain¡¯t got no day all because life¡¯s probay
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Under one now, tryna catch that cold case
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Shit got real, now you feelin goofy
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In the club hanging with Puki, listen Dooky
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Life is spooky, that molly turn to cooky
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Think you¡¯re Bruce Lee, find yourself and lose teeth, what¡¯s beef
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Here today, gone today where I play
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Yea that song play Amazing Grace, yea that¡¯s what I call a long day
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Hey we go this, I pursue it
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Get down with ODB, become an opportunist, word to the truest
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(Verse)
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Yea, first you owe me now you don¡¯t know me
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Yea, fallacy, yea the fake and phony
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For a 6 kill a Joe, a nigga joke on it
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Word to DZA, yea my Harlem crowning
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Yes, the daddy mac macaroni
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On the Macintosh, medium lady matrimony
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Funked on me, watch the world, I hose on it
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And reflect on life lessons my granny told me
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Totally toughed out, supposed to be on it
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In the precint yelling, telling the whole story
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Yea, raiders of the lost ark found glory
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In the open territory to teleport me
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Hah, taking notes to the testimony
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Seein Tony tote Tony Black California
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Homie seen me, deed me and I see it counts
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Have been withdrawn, nigga don¡¯t leave me out
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100 Stacks
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Statik Selektah |