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  • [jadakiss]
  • Yeah, what the *****?
  • [sheek]
  • Lox baby
  • Sheek louch, jadakiss, styles too
  • Blackrob, what the *****, all up in this mother *****er
  • [jadakiss]
  • Bad boy
  • Stay back nigga
  • [sheek]
  • Ay yo, you want 15 gs thats stuffed in my pocket?
  • Nigga stop it, that bullshit you talking go reherse that at rockets
  • Puff lye I pay dues, that nigga with a tattoo
  • The thin ha (yonkers slang), these mother*****ers gonna watch the little
  • Rascals
  • When I say I bust my shit, believe it all the way
  • And the summer times where the chochas show where one in her leg
  • If you could walk still, every block in yonkers be hot still
  • With miners that will bust you down faster than cops kill
  • Niggas still front and step to you, falsley accused
  • That they just shot and you can still be the judge boo
  • I die for my 354 niggas, with the young stoned niggas
  • Lox are my heart, cold niggas
  • Sheek give it to you, like a ***** with a disease
  • That got aids on her lips and wish and hope you bleed
  • So if you want it, ***** it!
  • In the benz Ill be there, you gonna rot like
  • A dead luco (spanish slang) under the stairs
  • [blackrob]
  • Yeah yo, I swing that ass through the e-r, now Im out the d-r
  • Heared in new york, yall was looking for the hee haw
  • Lads is sweatin us, we are four of the baddest
  • Im the one that go stick you for all the cabage
  • The icon, doing this shit since stride-on
  • Perpitrating ass niggas like you, I keep my eye on
  • I rake em, roll em, like smoke from peter ross
  • Then I hold em, stole em, work hard to be the boss
  • My fashion is kumb-a-i, or else Im attackin
  • Dukes frontin acting like they toughest then napkins
  • Spittin, them bullshit crimes I stay hittin
  • Not forgeting, the bullshit crimes and ass whippings
  • The whole 9, I dont waste time, I brace mines from the waistlines
  • Niggas is scared to face mine
  • See Im a criminal, so after this interview
  • Ima bend a few, ***** it! could we sin a few?
  • I put one into you, I promise to god
  • Its about time yall niggas pay homage to rob
  • [styles]
  • You can catch me on the low with a calico *****,
  • I got flow while shes bagging her shit
  • Comin thru in a 98 wagon, lavender shit
  • Imagine the shit, used to be like packing the clip
  • Cop in the truck the s-c *****in to dump
  • You can find me with my enemy coppin his blunt
  • When Im finished niggas ask which block do I want
  • My pockets is lumped, find me on a yacht with a blunt
  • What you know about daimonds, nigga knockin the pump
  • While on my spare time I learned to market heron
  • Im gettin valuble, celebrate with stuff off the malibu
  • Science is the game and its all mathematical
  • Pearl white porche, licence plate radical
  • Its real when the fedaral-ies in cali get mad at you
  • Forget that, lox from the block want the shit back
  • And I was in the first place, feeling the hit backs
  • [jadakiss]
  • Let me get back like jada, more rabs than 3-ey-doe
  • Get the potatoe and clap at niggas in brod day-do
  • You know the flow, where it come from and where it go
  • Or where its gonna be at, thats where we at
  • I touch you if you think Im jiggy with the puff,
  • Move and still sellin forty-thousand a week so ***** you!
  • Three niggas you dont want none of make your insides
  • Feel like the summer you gettin dumber & dumber
  • While we get smarter and smarter, makin shit harder and harder
  • Til this rap games like the carter
  • Im nino, styles is raw steemed from casinos
  • And sheek is the boss of the hennisey gambino
  • We talking millions, you talking c-notes
  • You used to stash dope in a sea coach, couldnt play sweet though
  • You know the kiss, on the low in the mist
  • Blowin roach and sipping red ally and moe with a *****
  • When my niggasll flip, see how cute you look,
  • In the box with the suit on like you used to look
  • Hard body with a purple faced future look
  • Future crook, the same nigga whos boots I took
  • Juliani aint a mother*****in joke
  • You got mad niggas broke, alot of niggas gettin that coke
  • When they bring it to the lab is it sold to the slab
  • First felony, you still gettin four and a half
  • [end]

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