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[00:02.29]One-two, one-two
[00:05.04]Kinda tired
[00:07.09]Big L, 'bout ta get into some shit
[00:11.13](Uh) a'ight check it out
[00:13.28]Yo, fuck all the glamours and glitz, I plan to get rich
[00:16.62]I'm from New York and never was a fan of the Knicks
[00:19.46]And I'm all about expandin' my chips
[00:21.35]You mad 'cause I was in the van with your bitch
[00:23.56]With both hands on her tits
[00:24.92]Corleone hold the throne, that you know in your heart
[00:27.55]I got style plus the way that I be flowin' is sharp
[00:30.23]A while back, I used to hustle, sellin' blow in the park
[00:33.02]Countin' G stacks and rockin' ice that glow in the dark
[00:35.55]Forever hottie huntin'
[00:36.80]Trigger temper, I'm quick to body somethin'
[00:39.00]You lookin' at me like I'm probably frontin'
[00:41.01]I fuck around and throw three in your chest and flee to my rest
[00:44.12]I'm older and smarter, this is me at my best
[00:46.73]I stopped hangin' around y'all
[00:48.59]'Cause niggas like you be prayin' on my downfall
[00:51.28]Hopin' I flop, hopin' I stop
[00:53.07]You probably even hope I get locked
[00:54.75]Or be on the street corner with a pipe, smokin' the rock
[00:57.50]I got more riches than you, fuck more bitches than you
[01:00.33]Only thing I haven't got is more stitches than you
[01:02.94]Fuckin' punk, you ain't a leader, what? Nobody followed you
[01:06.46]You was never shit, your mother should've swallowed you
[01:08.79]You on some tag-along, flunky yes-man shit
[01:11.38]Do me a favor, please get off the next man dick
[01:14.01]And if you think I can't fuck with whoever, put your money up
[01:17.49]Put your jewels up, no, fuck it, put your honey up
[01:19.66]Put your raggedy house up, nigga, or shut your mouth up
[01:22.34]Before I buck lead and make a lot of bloodshed
[01:24.99]Turn your tux red, I'm far from broke, got enough bread
[01:27.69]And mad hoes, ask Beavis, I get nothin' Butthead
[01:30.23]My game is vicious and cruel, fuckin' chicks is a rule
[01:33.20]If my girl think I'm loyal, then that bitch is a fool
[01:35.86]How come you can listen to my first album
[01:38.69]And tell where a lot of niggas got they whole style from?
[01:41.47]So what you actin' for?
[01:42.39]You ain't half as raw, you need to practice more
[01:44.74]Somebody tell this nigga somethin', 'fore I crack his jaw
[01:47.10]You runnin' with boys, I'm runnin' with men
[01:48.61]I'ma be rippin' the mics until I'm a hundred-and-ten
[01:50.79]Have y'all niggas like, "Dammit, this nigga done done it again"
[01:52.61]I throw slugs at idiots, no love for city cops
[01:55.72]I sport a pretty watch, eight-hundred and fifty rocks
[01:58.40]I'm makin' wonderful figures
[01:59.63]I don't fuck with none of you niggas
[02:00.85]I might pull out this gun on your niggas
[02:02.20]And rob every last one of you niggas
[02:04.72]Yeah, what
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