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Yo, yo JAY, I sick Fuck all y'all haters blow I spits the game for those that throw Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, chicks,
Sex murder and mayhem romance for the Only of mines is a life of crime And life's a bitch in mini skirts and big chests How can I not with death
That's a nigga, long as life prevent us We gonna sin a lot and pray to Christ, us Fuck it, ice the wrists and the price on these niggaz can't floss on my level
I'll invite you all to get wit us if ya ball is When I go all the harlem wall my picture If you get close enough you can the scripture It reads money, cash, hoes, how real was that nigga,
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Us the villains, fuck your y'all playa hate we in the upper millions What's the dealing', huh, it's like New been soft Ever since came through and crushed the buildings
I'm to restore the feeling' fuck the law keep dealin' money, more cash, more chilling I know they gone criticize the on this song Like I give a fuck I'm just a crook on this
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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 they what'll happen
we clap shit Actin' like we owe 'em Then we 'em somethin' Talk I think they found 'em down the road or somethin'
Fuckin' wit a in a bad mood It's like fuckin' wit a mad dog that fed food The thing thats stoppin' him is you, what? 'Cos the only thing he'll be droppin' is you, what?
Topic in two Drop it to Clue and the response from the was one dog that loves raw meat
But gettin' back to 'cos I love my niggaz I shed blood for my Let a holler where my niggaz All I'ma is right here my nigga, come on
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