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Yo, yo JAY, I flow all y'all haters blow dick I the game for those that throw bricks Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, chicks,
Sex murder and mayhem for the street Only of mines is a life of crime And since a bitch in mini skirts and big chests How can I not flirt with
That's life's a nigga, long as prevent us We gonna sin a lot and pray to Christ, us Fuck it, ice the wrists and raise the price on these can't floss on my level
I'll invite you all to get wit us if ya is glitter I go all the harlem playaz wall my picture If you get enough you can read the scripture It reads money, cash, hoes, how was that nigga, what?
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robust platinum and gold touch Y'all rap now, fast money lets it up try to stop Jay Z to no luck Roc A Fella foreva CEO, What?
Us the villains, fuck feelings While y'all playa we in the upper millions What's the dealing', huh, it's like New York's soft Ever since Snoop came and crushed the buildings
I'm tryin' to restore the feeling' the law keep dealin' More money, more cash, more I know they gone the hook on this song Like I give a I'm just a crook on this song
Bed Stuy Brooknon on the world Shit, I led a life you can write a on Sex murder and romance for the street Man and I tell ya it'll be the seller
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DMX and my dogs Jigga, my nigga all night Thugs for life one night with this rap Let 'em go and I bet know what'll happen
When we clap Actin' like we owe 'em Then we show 'em Talk greasy I think found 'em down the road or somethin'
Fuckin' wit a in a bad mood It's like fuckin' wit a mad dog wasn't fed food The only thats stoppin' him is you, what? 'Cos the only thing that he'll be is you, what?
include in two Drop it to Clue and the from the street This was one dog loves raw meat
But gettin' back to 'cos I love my niggaz I shed for my niggaz Let a nigga holler where my All I'ma hear is here my nigga, come on
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Roc A shit, uh, uh Ryders, my nigga Swizz Uh, uh, uh, uh Dont stop Uh, uh, uh, Inspect the yo Inspect the yo