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Yo, my homie Cash, well he gone for five Send my prayers, do your thing I'll be going for mine 'Cause, we live life to the fullest 300 and 65 nights on the strike That's a bullet Now, uncle Ricky got a month and some change And it feels like the garbage Truck just dumping the pain All on my shoulders, I'm warning my soldiers The nights could get chilly The morning's much colder I seen summers get cold And playa's do it up until the point And that they done and they fold They can't succumb to the cold Those of frostbitten up north sitting just Like some effin' lost kittens They getting locked up for carrying boy They doing time up in Marion, boy, uh I respect you You do your time like Gotti and Come home like that Marion boy dipset holla It's Santana, get ready december Woah, messin' with the gangstas, riders Uh uh Y'all messin with some gangstas, riders, 9 11 survivors Y'all still want beef then holla You think you 'bout it Get your piece and holla Squeeze the piece when I think it's problems Do you follow? Young Muhammad Atta, no plane lessons Cocaine lessons to supply the towers, I had 'Fore they crashed and divide the towers I'm hurtin' Working hard to reprovide the towers Told you, you messin' with a gangsta boy You messin with some gangstas, boy Don't do that you got coke, don't move that These blocks belong to us Homie remember I told you that As for your boys, it's no more messages If I see 'em pumping I'm steppin' in my weapons and I'm shooting off to the death of 'em If he try to run shots ahead of him He's already done and tell 'em (tell 'em) Welcome to New York City (uh ohh) No, welcome to Dipset City (holla) And thanks to Cam, I'm Harlem's new anchorman Yes, chump, you should shake my hand 'Cause the coupé gon' make me too cocky And I'm not gon' wanna talk to You dudes who move sloppy So move, watch me, stand still don't move Watch me i'ma show you how to do this, yeah Uh I'ma break it down real quick, yo Ayo, look dog I bought Villas, stayed in resorts, scrilla How extort Killa? I extort killas Man I caught killas, disarmed, fought killas Cat frontin'?: pop pop, poor killas Who more realer? Weed in the four wheeler Eff Mike Till you see me you never saw 'Thriller' Fishscale, fishscale, gorillas Dirty whore want me to go, raw will ya'? Smart Pisces fresh from the Archdiocese You got heart, fight me I dearly depart wifey I'm Anfernee, I do things the harder way Pardon me, Escalade, marmalade, mama stayed And I send her where stars'll play And I do cop a car today Color pink Chardonnay and I clap at ya' man Got the clappers, clap on clap off Clap at his hands Only thing he ever clapped was his hands He'll get butt raped, duct Taped, the Michelin man, bastard Get in this van, listen to Cam, maggot Get in this van, listen to Cam, maggot Listen, let's bring it back, you know why? 'Cause, this is the year when cats Get shipped in the van Vision's my scam, listen to man, listen I miss the era of the BM's, BB's I was ducking GMDC Had that scope, aim and I light ya' Seen all islands, Caymans to Rikers Contain, detain, maintain, complain The stay reign, the game is for lifers I don't care I put flame in the fire Christian, atheist you pray to Elijah Don't play, okay, just pray I don't snipe ya' 'Cause with the SK, doggy I'm OK My AK was my aka before my ABC's had me A-OK I'll show you how to make 2 million out ya' deal for the right price I could get you out ya' deal Smack ya' CEO, that's when the TEC is soarin' Four mil' from Def Jam and I Ain't sell a record for 'em
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