(Hook)
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Bring em up dead!
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And you say New York City
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You¡¯re mine, that¡¯s all my pride
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You¡¯re mine, that¡¯s all my pride
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Bring em up dead!
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You¡¯re mine, that¡¯s all my pride
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You¡¯re mine, that¡¯s all my pride
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Bring em up dead!
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(Verse)
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We dump lead like britter
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Mutate ninjas with shells, no shread and no splinter
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Hit you in the leg if you turn sprinter
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We corner store break winners, no face in the dead of winter
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Know it¡¯s runnin, block hunger, snap a picture
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I show you how to do this, son
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Turn an 8-ball into a pool table that will fill up yo pockets in 6 months
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Twist blunts, wishin I could go back just once
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Man I miss the whole New York, I fuck around and get fronts
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You kids front like you tough but you snitchin me
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Do anything to get out of them cuffs like magicians
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Everybody adapt but get anybody a nap
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And the crowd screamin way, I give body his fat
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I joke about it cuz I lived it then I wrote about it
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Flowed about it, hopped on stacge, did some shows about it
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But I¡¯m not these rapper niggas, dog I¡¯m so about it
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Little argument on prior hook, that¡¯s how I go about it, word though
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I turn you burn woah, easy on the brain
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Slurp slow girl, I¡¯m swerving, I don¡¯t wanna hit the curve yo
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That¡¯s the perks though, I get a couple bands
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Ice flood a couple bands, every time I let a verse go
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I¡¯m on the low called cheatin,
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All this bread got this wolf iron mom but you be clingin to that bed
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I¡¯m not makin damn time and duck er
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(Hook)
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Bring em up dead!
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And you say New York City
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You¡¯re mine, that¡¯s all my pride
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You¡¯re mine, that¡¯s all my pride
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Bring em up dead!
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You¡¯re mine, that¡¯s all my pride
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You¡¯re mine, that¡¯s all my pride
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Bring em up dead!
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(Verse)
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I¡¯m from the home of the homeless
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Nobody wanders chromeless, police try to regulate
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But we on this, fiends don¡¯t want loafers
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Toes frozen, slidin through the snow just to try to sell they sofas
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Hocus pocus, you disappear from all that smoking
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That lone ride rock is more than potent
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It¡¯s so controlling
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And we in so control
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I¡¯m on dough, you fall, you scared like totem pole
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The hoes grope your pole and shooters on payroll
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You ready to rock and roll, ain¡¯t hoppin out patrol cars no more
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But it ain¡¯t sweet now
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You graduated, now them feds wanna speak hah?
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What¡¯s wrong? Cat got yo tongue?
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Well keep it shut, all my alley cats will scratch at yo gums
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Do the crime, gotta eat that time soldier
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Ain¡¯t that up, bay boy slide time is over
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I got roughed up by them roughers
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Fucked up motherfuckers
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Escape hoppin em gates and scuffed up all my chuckers
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And I¡¯m still runnin, but not from shit nah
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I just been on that shit and run, nigga I run shit
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You old ass niggas hatin cuz yo son flipped
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Whenever he hear that yower after the drum hit
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Yo slum bitch give you a cum kiss
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I kneep a bad young bitch that squirt when I fuck er, feel like she cum piss
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I tell Shawty suck my soft dick and¡¦
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(Hook)
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Bring em up dead!
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And you say New York City
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You¡¯re mine, that¡¯s all my pride
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You¡¯re mine, that¡¯s all my pride
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Bring em up dead!
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You¡¯re mine, that¡¯s all my pride
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You¡¯re mine, that¡¯s all my pride
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Bring em up dead!
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You¡¯re mine, that¡¯s all my pride
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You¡¯re mine, that¡¯s all my pride
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Bring Em Up Dead
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Statik Selektah |