Feat. O.T. Genasis & Raekwon
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(Intro)
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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Do what it do now
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Come on, you whack niggas
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I don't mean to be bold but put that whack you speak on hold
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(Verse)
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Make it sound like we be back in 'em projects
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In 'em pissy yell-elevators, swingin' corners
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Just sippin' on quarter waters (oh, shi...)
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While we slickin' on pimps that be whackin' gators
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While I sizzle like radiators, mugglin' coke across the borders
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Tho we hovercraftin' across the waters
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While I be splashin' and bustin' that ass, you know the order
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My god, it fit like a dish, swag niggarish
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Big dick harder than a roll of quarters (dayum)
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Appreciate all my supporters that heat shit like saunas
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And call a couple heats jokes (call up the reporters)
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We got the powder for the niggas that's snorters
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My interstate traffic is still whippin' in Explorers
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I-95, shit like this was 86, whippin' rentals, transportin' 80 bricks
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I'm over many, I got plenty, you know it's Hemmi
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What? You can tell me, I'm always ready to cock the semi (cock the semi)
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(We havin' fun again) While we put the bulls on
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You niggas that will abandon chip
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(I been watchin' you want to run again)
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Boom ba pushin' in front of the line as we establish shit
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I know you've been patiently waiting for Extinction Level Event 2
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Hold up a minute, you gonna get it boo
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My niggas on those corners for the last 16 years
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Waiting for motivation music, you gon' get it too
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You know how rough it gets
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When I come thru, big and sloppy like Snufalufagus
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Model bitch movin' 'em off unless she wanna kiss
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Which one of these for me...rap niggas I wanna dis'
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Too many for me to name
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You would see Church Watches, she doesn't even float the scene
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When I drop off a goddess, you niggas know my mean
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Another species of analogy you can neva tame
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Niggas thinkin' this shits a game
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Watch out the barbecue sizzle, niggas, when I unleash the flame
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I don't involve myself, most of you niggas lame
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You niggas just trash, you ? you should be ashamed
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Yea, I know it's me you blame
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For a while, out in the way, you niggas black, that's why you niggas came
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Watchin' my face in a museum, up in a picture frame
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Give you a type of shit that's too real till you feel the pain
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(Hook)
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Oh, God, no, the way we give you the hard, no
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You think you can confront with my squad, yo?
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Mean ? cause no is to God, yo
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(I mon' see a man, he gon' see the way he do it)
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(Trackin' the' bitch, you gon' see him get into it)
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(Verse: Raekwon)
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Doin' my hand, either way, a nigga do it till he black in the spot
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Aye, yo eva seen a nigga slick talkin' to hear a joke?
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Actin' like a wrestler so you put up between the ropes?
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Hangin' from the ceilin', arms swingin', watchin' 'em holler
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Knew it was candy, so you just beat 'im like a piñata
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Niggas hate, when I'm around, they get silent
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West Coast, where a lot of niggas get violent
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Tryna rob me? (Shot pah!) Dead tryin'
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Cowboy, walk with a knofe, Dez Bryant
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You can hate, but I'm tryna get that package off ya
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Don't play me and tell me that the package lost
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Cause I'm blastin' off, and that thing?
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I make you lean, smokin' the quiff?
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Eyes red, took his glasses off
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This a warning shot, muthafucka, bing bang
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I don't play no game, not a dream chaser
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Gun you there and yo whole fam gon' miss ya
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Then rob ya for yo J's
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Then they'll miss you
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(Hook)
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Oh, God, no, the way we give you the hard, no
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You think you can confront with my squad, yo?
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Mean ? cause no is to God, yo
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(I mon' see a man, he gon' see the way he do it)
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(Trackin' the' bitch, you gon' see him get into it)
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(Verse: O.T. Genasis)
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Wake up, man, release that, man
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Release that on the niggas, man
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Guagin' his mouth, smile for the camera, Cuban laptop
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Posin' in black, I get ya bitch fly, Louie astronaut jumper
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A kilo under, on me, green rafe, I'm rich with tha hunger
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Fly tap industry, niggas in my hood 'yo majesty'
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Throw some pies at me then gat me
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True, whateva's clever, show me yo ring
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Wish yo RBI's, yo chef keep doin' yo thing
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Torso, you know the Morse code, take care of ye niggas
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