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[Amil &
Uh, Amil-lion, Sol
Major Coins,
what, uh uh
Roc-a-fella,

Uh, uh, uh
Lyrical, your eye, the storm
Never saw me but I made sure you was warned
In a I run a gun high, I'm soundin' a horn
See my glarin', stunnin' runnin' by negative
When I see you shunnin', when I need it or I take it
Fuck game, the blame, ain't no need to be fakin'
Motha-fuckas want to bring it to the point where I'm
Feel the wrath in the heart nigga, ain't no
Do away until the comin', follow the rain
In it goes, swallow pride like you swallow my
the grain, feel my fire, don't you wish you was tame
Can't you say it, it clear, keep em yellin' my name
Sol, play the I was dealt in the game
Take it how you figure keep it, standin' the flames
Basil, how you live it for it, nothin' the same
360, kept em dark, knowin' I came
fuckin' wit me

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My bitches light it up, it don't
We gon' make it happen the last one drop
My niggaz it up, it don't quit
In the new millenium, check no shit

My light it up, it don't stop
gon' know we ran when we let the guns pop
My light it up, it don't quit
one move be the first one hit

Something's about to off
Foxy lady, come off
In tight we niggaz run off
Done off, the guns go off
Blaow, 'bout to light up
Quicker than cops write up
If it get to hectic then you get stuck
Locked and up
While the key players keep playin'
Never burn bitches cause you need faces
Bust caps, stack the three layers
Or the house by the mile see neighbors
Suspects, what the next?
I up tecks like I shuffle up decks
relationships for those who cut checks
I what I want, nothin' less
yeah, Amil-lion, nigga what?

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Light it up, see me callin' your bluff, up
Lightning struck when you you was buff
the fuck?
Try to put it down harder us
duck nigga, head stoned like it was puff
? run up
Let me show you we ain't playin' in
Times up, it up, we gon' play on your fear
One up, two ahead, made it perfectly
Sol, mother-fucker, switched it in gear

How you me now
A little feisty now
Don't be mad I'm icy now
Just imagine the price be now
Whoa, I come wit, make drop
Got ya your teeth, poutin a lot
Wherever I it I crowd the block
and Sol, ain't about to stop

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[Amil &
right, uh

Sol
Major Coins the grain
Gaye, Desert Storm (yeah, what, uh)

For ass
85, uh-huh, uh

Uh

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