Turn the all the way Turn the lights all the way What? Yeah, come on, Big on, yeah, come on
Yo, yo JAY, I flow Fuck all y'all haters dick I the game for those that throw bricks Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, chicks,
Sex and mayhem romance for the street Only of mines is a life of crime And since life's a in mini skirts and big chests How can I not flirt death
That's a nigga, long as life prevent us We gonna sin a lot and to Christ, forgive us it, ice the wrists and raise the price on these niggaz Y'all can't on my level
invite you all to get wit us if ya ball is glitter When I go all the harlem wall my picture If you get close enough you can read the It reads money, cash, hoes, how was that nigga, what?
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Flavors platinum and gold touch Y'all rap now, fast money slow it up Niggaz try to stop Jay Z to no Roc A foreva CEO, what? What?
Us the villains, fuck your While y'all playa hate we in the upper What's the dealing', huh, it's New York's been soft Ever since Snoop through and crushed the buildings
I'm tryin' to restore the feeling' the law keep dealin' money, more cash, more chilling I know they gone the hook on this song Like I a fuck I'm just a crook on this song
Bed Stuy Brooknon on the world Shit, I led a you can write a book on Sex murder and mayhem for the street Man and I ya it'll be the best seller
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DMX and my bite Jigga, my nigga rhyme all Thugs for life one night this rap shit Let 'em go and I bet know what'll happen
When we clap Actin' like we owe 'em Then we show 'em Talk greasy I think they 'em down the road or somethin'
wit a madman in a bad mood It's like fuckin' wit a mad dog wasn't fed food The only thing thats stoppin' him is you, the only thing that he'll be droppin' is you, what?
Topic in two Drop it to Clue and the response from the This was one dog that raw meat
But gettin' to just 'cos I love my niggaz I shed blood for my Let a holler where my niggaz All hear is right here my nigga, come on
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