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Verse 1
I've been too nice,
too motherfucking long
Yeah, it's definitely time I get nasty
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(Goin' be some
Verse 2
I can't talk less squall
Ten paces,
turn around and squeeze at unfamiliar faces
Swear you know a nigga's
shit by readin the Vibe
Well some faggit- ass reporter don,
I stop the presses,
don't let this be your last interview you do
I say it straight,
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print it straight to avoid this bullet wound boo
And y'all niggas kill me with
that Windy Williams shit
Well see a player ?, swear a nigga
Something ain't right,
them niggas ain't got no whips
Where they rolley's at,
Shit y'all doing nothing,
I can buy a ? for a bitch
Now let me see what else,
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oh yeah these hoes act like we mar ried
We ain't engaged,
don't be mad if I don't take you backstage
Yo, if I hit that I hit that, why
my bitches on jacks
That's why you get smacked,
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cause y'all hoes ain't never gon' learn
That's why many of these younger
brothers don't go on that turn
As for y'all MC's, whoever
that's how I feel if it ain't your own
Sixteen balls
Bought like sixteen cars and ain't
like none of them yours
y'all niggas lucked up and made it through these doors,
shut the fuck up
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(Hot damn)
(Going be some shit)
Verse 4
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[Sheek]
get big walk through the party jig
Hat back,
tattoos that's straight to the bar, kid
No weed, healthy as an ox
the big man from Lox
You see solo in some spots,
no crew just blocks
The freaky one,
mom said I was soon to be done
Because I sexed more,
and my career's yet to begun
But I can't help that,
you bless me with they looks and pops with the yanks
So now the dimes gimme brain,
and spot me faster in his hand
Sheek baby, my style been rough until Puff
showed me the better things in life
And how to live phat like Biggie, so
I present my shit like that
Half rough half jiggy,
this part time college nigga, part time job
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Had to taste the cake one time and decided to rob,
and buy drugs
Caught slipping almost got Sheek plugged,
Jack Daniel, dog
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Shorty rushed the building with the pump out,
he spit around I'm like, whoa!
I guess it was God that pushed my head down,
And since then neither religious or christian,
but I keep the faith in Him
so if niggas click they know by now they better
Verse 5
? wha
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[Chrous]
[Sheek]
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hey yo,
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my whole click been ConAir, every time we fly but we don't jack shit
We play it cool when in doubt no cash,
plastic, gats plastic
so when I walk through the scanners it don't beep
Puff jerkin them anyway,
Seeing noise
that fly by like zooms
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So I sit and ? like a bitch, Lox in Cancun
Up in daddios fucking wild hoes,
the groupy chicas
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So fuck y'all, we paid y'all ?, we train hard continuously,
cause we
Smart
I rock you ran up them stairs,
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we run up charts and won't stop til one of us
Depart
With one through the heart,
hand worn down from
Arthritis
In the hall of fame,
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we killed this game in your website like spiders
Old and gray we're still the same Lox
you can't divide us, wha
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[Chorus]
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