Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
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[Verse 1 - Malice]
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Say dog, let's not get involved
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You don't wanna tango, I'll dress you in a halo
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Cock the gauge, polka dot ya braids
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Face you in a chrome fo', that'll lock ya legs
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And you can't move, I roll big and I can't lose
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They watch so hard ain't nothin' I do, that ain't news
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Carry it like I'm a stranger to the game
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I cut short any whisper that, en-danger my name
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I'ma toast on both coast, not for a joke
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I'm known in the streets on the account, I know coke
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And we got word in the street that the cops watch us
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But that don't stop us, we maneuvering move a little mo' cautious
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I hate to think that the dope game is my callin'
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Cause it got us singing lullaby's, to our fallin'
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Tonight friend, until we meet again
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But for now and ya name, we re-up and eat again, uh
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I never front, like I'm something I'm not
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Well being broke well that's just, somethin' I'm not
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Y'all talk wit hatred, but I live off that
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And I lived off cocaine, way 'fore I lived off rap
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Feel me friend, if they could, they'd kill me friend (Yeah)
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Cause I weigh too much, learned not to say too much
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They couldn't take me in the CL, that's way too much
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And I'm too gone, y'all niggas can talk on
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[Verse 2 - Fabolous]
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They call me Mr., Pleasebelieveit, believe it please
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I put the pump in ya mouth, and help you breath with ease
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This guys in a hurry, ma I can't even f*ck with you
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If you ain't in the itinerary
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I don't know where dudes is buying they jewelry
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Why's ya ice cream, like it's made by Ben & Jerry
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Y'all the type of players, that be gettin' 2-day contracts
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E-mail snitch, got these in ya 2-way contacts
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I'm in the club sippin' on that new Zecongac
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In the number 9 Jordan's, with the duce, trey, arm back
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The street family so cool, we could throw up bitches
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Even if it was July, and we had on wood britches
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I got them teflon's, that shovel the fo'
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That have under covers and po', with cover and slow
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The government know, the kid been lovin' the dough
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Since I was movin' white off the curb, and shovelin' snow
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[Verse 3 - Pusha T]
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Ghetto streets so numb they call me Novocain
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I turn over caine, over and over again
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Hell, so much cliental, I could lose it all today
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Be back the next day, still up in the same way
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As I left ya, all in three gestures, down up and aim
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I can define death, better than Webster, wet ya
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Now bless ya, and of to my next venture
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Blocks so white, June look like December
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Winter time, snow everywhere, flow everywhere
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So much dough, I fly my hoes everywhere
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Ask him, Pusha T, push a ton
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Push a ton of that shit, that makes ya nose run ([Sniffle])
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Yes I'm holdin', whether it's heat or coke in
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In the door panel of my four-wheel motion
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Ain't jokin', but I laugh how other flows convince you
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It's money, it's funny, it's Comedy Central
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Minds mental, others is made up stinsel
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When I'm on vacation, my babies ride in a rental
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I'm livin', they act as if I don't live it
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Saran wrap vaseline, so they can't sniff it
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Eve say larine knitted, shorts bermuda
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You would think they was poochie, if you over looked Medusa
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Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
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[Skit at end of the song begins]
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