| You gonna hear from me
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| Make me some room
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| You people out there!
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| On top of the world
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Se these words that I stand on with the cannon
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| …with your life, never put you man on!
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| … turn his back you’re fucking his…
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| You know my apes on the. |
| I’ll be …
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| Gone late, and I’m cinnamon twice
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| You probably never been in the fight!
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| Cold blood spilled in the night
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| And the heart you.
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| You lame nigger in there?
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| And the same lame nigger when you go out!
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| With the fours, with the fours
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| With the three, with the eight
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| I know my man, you got no face!
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| And it ain’t safe, and your. |
| out
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| Like it came out a… with no…
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| When it comes to riches, don’t trust my sisters!
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| Count money to my hand blisters!
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| Used to be on with sandwiches, you’re a brand witness
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| On a block to the…
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| What else?
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| The streets is yours, the streets is mine
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| You’re living it up, or you’re living a lie!
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| It’s so, write cha name on the concrete
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| Write cha name on the concrete
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| The streets is yours, the streets is mine
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| You’re living it up, or you’re living a lie!
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| It’s so, write cha name on the concrete
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| Write cha name on the concrete
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| Write cha name on the concrete
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| Hang on dull streets. |
| got me banging that…
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| Run upon a lame in this dull shit
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| The only reason I don’t hit him, cause it’s …
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| King of New York …
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| Kill you on a track, lead you on a …
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| Let the boy hit me now, I’m blazing the…
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| I’m a bully like… but I ain’t. |
| on Bull street
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| Raise that arm reach, … you want beef?
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| Pop on a jet train just take it to…
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| I’m just tracing your army
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| Raising a…
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| Stress like a. |
| when they’re chasing the car key
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| Playing that. |
| king with a…
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| …you can’t harm me, I’m precious like Gandhi, uh!
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| The streets is yours, the streets is mine
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| You’re living it up, or you’re living a lie!
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| It’s so, write cha name on the concrete
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| Write cha name on the concrete
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| The streets is yours, the streets is mine
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| You’re living it up, or you’re living a lie!
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| It’s so, write cha name on the concrete
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| Write cha name on the concrete
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| Yeah, no new friends, just new ends
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| And the guns work out, they’re like two gyms
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| Got the …
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| Wrote my name in Harlem like new sin
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| Without jewel, without cash, without ring, without bell
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| All my niggers in jail!
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| All these coward niggers probably thought I win…
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| Hit the block with the… |