| Thugs in the place with the
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| These women in my face with the
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| The thing on my waist is the
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| Up in the place, pour ace
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| (It's the joint)
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| My reputation’s paramount
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| Otherwise, air 'em out
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| Shoot it in hurr, airin' out
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| Let 'er know I’m headin' out
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| Conduct my booth business then go back to the lab and wear it out
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| Cut the pie in two ways
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| Other half, bail me out
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| Hear me out, doin' better things
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| Big cars, heavy chains
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| Funny what the cheddar brings
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| Breezin' through the hurricane
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| Bust through by any means
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| Squeeze on my enemies
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| Then skate to the Philippines and watch out for this Guillotine
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| Jump ship, they spillin' beans
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| UFOs can affect the cream
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| Unknowns in drug zones
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| Everything ain’t what it seems
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| Cutthroats smell gun smoke
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| Kill you off with one stroke
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| Zip-lock, quart of coke
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| Watch out, her water broke
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| Lord knows how far I’ll go
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| Press hard, charcoal
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| Black diamond, Frankie Lymon
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| In a trap, with top ramen
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| On the charts you see me climbin'
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| Bars and a beat with perfect timin'
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| Poke more holes in Puerto Ricans
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| On the upper tier, I see you leakin'
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| Thugs in the place with the
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| These women in my face with the
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| The thing on my waist is the
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| Up in the place, pour ace
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| (It's the joint)
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| The flashdance in her fancy pants
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| Breeze through and I catch a glance
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| Coverin' holes, you lookin' bland
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| Rough flows, for the fans
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| In the street you hear, «Blam blam»
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| Hard shit you can’t Shazam
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| Sun tan in my Raybans
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| Barbecue that wasteland
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| Train hard with that waistband
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| I might make you my wingman
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| Introduce you to that gangland
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| Wolf niggas, caveman
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| El Hawk with the wingspan
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| I’m a yanks fan
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| High up in the grandstand
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| With Horace live from Kingston
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| Fuck them niggas I can’t stand that flimflam
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| Shakedown for that contraband
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| Walk tall, you conscious man
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| Enemy of the state
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| You call it home, I call it foreign land
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| I’m goin' bonkers, man
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| Jumped out that Tonka truck
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| Wage war, that cop get plucked
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| That’s the one that got me stuck
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| Boys on the force are so corrupt
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| Don’t fuck with my fam, I’ll spill them guts
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| Pull that thing from under the rug
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| Crash through your door
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| bust
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| What nigga, I ain’t got no drugs
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| What nigga, I ain’t got no drugs!
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| Thugs in the place with the
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| These women in my face with the
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| The thing on my waist is the
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| Up in the place, pour ace
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| (It's the joint)
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| Thugs in the place with the
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| These women in my face with the
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| The thing on my waist is the
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| Up in the place, pour ace
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| (It's the joint) |