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Yo, yo JAY, I flow Fuck all haters blow dick I spits the game for those that bricks Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, chicks,
Sex and mayhem romance for the street wife of mines is a life of crime And since life's a bitch in mini skirts and big How can I not flirt with
That's life's a nigga, long as life us We gonna sin a lot and pray to Christ, us it, ice the wrists and raise the price on these niggaz Y'all can't floss on my
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Flavors platinum and gold touch Y'all rap now, money lets slow it up try to stop Jay Z to no luck Roc A Fella foreva CEO, what?
Us the villains, fuck feelings While playa hate we in the upper millions What's the dealing', huh, it's like New been soft Ever since Snoop came through and crushed the
I'm tryin' to restore the feeling' fuck the law keep More money, cash, more chilling I they gone criticize the hook on this song Like I give a fuck I'm a crook on this song
Bed Stuy Brooknon on the world Shit, I led a you can write a book on Sex murder and romance for the street Man and I tell ya it'll be the best
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DMX and my dogs Jigga, my rhyme all night Thugs for life one night with rap shit Let 'em go and I bet know what'll happen
When we clap Actin' we owe 'em somethin' Then we show 'em Talk greasy I think found 'em down the road or somethin'
wit a madman in a bad mood It's like fuckin' wit a mad dog that wasn't fed The only thing thats him is you, what? 'Cos the only thing he'll be droppin' is you, what?
include in two Drop it to and the response from the street This was one dog loves raw meat
But gettin' back to just 'cos I my niggaz I shed blood for my Let a nigga holler my niggaz All I'ma hear is here my nigga, come on
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