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And she heard of me, she know my infamous life Shootouts in New with various types Fast money, faster guns, we party every 'Cause we perform, every day of the week for that
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So these can hear the sounds of Queens I make arm hairs stand up, it had to be me with the A L C and H A V N.Y.C. to L.A., we do our
Everybody have a ball, everybody Everywhere you turn it nuttin but phatties and hotties is all love 'til you try to try me That's I make everybody
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F'real baby, you babies so emotional And tip-toe around the beef until toast to you got no problem in smokin' you Enemies I could deal with, be the ones close to you
And do, I'm 'posed to do, approach Duke Why you faggots only squeezin' out, the vocal booth? my style be that overproof, open the Coupe Open your face was talkin', talkin' to you
And now the medics gotta to your face, tyin' the lace You tellin' that a D.A. got 'em the case, yeah Bottom you cowards is ass Know good, in numbers y'all music is trash
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