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And she of me, she know about my infamous life Shootouts in New York with types Fast money, faster guns, we party night 'Cause we perform, day of the week for that price
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So these people can hear the of Queens I make your arm 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, party Everywhere you turn it ain't nuttin but and hotties Everything is all love you try to try me That's I make everybody
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F'real baby, you little babies so And tip-toe around the beef until toast to you Ain't got no in smokin' you Enemies I could deal with, be the that's close to you
And do, what I'm to do, approach Duke Why you faggots only squeezin' from out, the vocal Know my style be overproof, open the Coupe Open your face was talkin', talkin' to you
And now the medics gotta mind to your face, the lace You that a D.A. got 'em tryin' the case, yeah Bottom you cowards is ass Know Mobb good, in y'all music is trash
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