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(4:30 in the morning, mira) You know what I mean, mira Dame te culo, mami (give me my shit back) Yo, Fat Joe and them is here now, word (Shine like marbles) collects diamonds (The remix) Ayo, add on son Politic for the real ones Yo, we gettin' knots, like stockbrokers who own Marriott's Blast shots for all my niggas who splash cops The rich Corleone camp is here, thousand and one Corner son, fake a jack, you be a goner Yo, control this rap like Napoleon Half-Mongolian, hold it, you owe me in Rock 'em like linoleum, yeah Lex, diamonds, shinin' like you rhymin' 929'n, Titanium glass, time to play that ass Whirlwinds of French, come movin' intense Time to pull again, release the shell, well Make 'em yell again, so sleek But I'm a be maxin' in suites Countin' your paper and countin' your sheeps Hittin' your chick in Jeeps Miraculously, attack your faculty, who wanna tackle me? You jack Mack, kidnap 'em for free What? You got heat, you better pop those We movin' like Gestapos, through underground potholes That rock those, much land discoveries Chrome rims, sippin' bubbly Who livin' lovely, half a brick to cover me So dissin' me, come on now listen G You's a dime, I'm a key Thun, thun straight out of Sicily Now, back to the stash crib Joey Crack baggin' up cracks One love, give 'em G-Packs, kid We gettin' knots, like stockbrokers who own Marriott's Blast shots for all my niggas who splash cops The rich Corleone camp is here, thousand and one Corner thun, fake a jack, you be a goner Word life, I'll be the infamous Who leaks the witnesses, crack's the wickedest Run up in your crib, blast your kids Ain't no myth in this, shit's official I'll pistol-whip you with my Smith & Wesson 'Cause my investin' was sendin' rappers to heaven Gives me an erection You need protection from the smooth assassin Who really moves at action, blastin' mothafuckas Execution fashion Now who's the fat one that you love to hate? Catch you at your mother's wake, smack you Then I'll wack you with my snub trey-eight It doesn't take much to make me restless Look at my face and definite lose your breath Truck up, my face is Lexus You wan' test this, so really? I'll make one call and have the whole Wu comin' on the ferry I'm very dangerous and well-connected I puff an L with Method, then try to Decide who's next to feel his neck slit So respected and admired the boss, retired your lost Wu Tang, your terror squad, vaya con Dios We gettin' knots, like stockbrokers who own Marriott's Blast shots for all my niggas who splash cops Rich Corleone camp is here, thousand and one Corner thun, fake a jack, you be a goner You guys despise guys like us Guys like us, disgust like Spartacus You cuss and claim a bust You lust for a part of us You thrust, but can't touch Plus we far from any type of fellas you can trust Put the pressure on the mic A bench press to your chest, sound like sweat on my back When having sex, tight-ass flex Pretty Pocahontas pussy sweet, like my new Tec Sis' got curves like a GS, 300 Lex My body's 95% alcohol, 5% cancer Sosa diamonds, Getty, Lucci, blaze it up like Bonanza Catch me in the cut, easy G's is burnin' my gut As I remember my ménage à trois was mired by sluts I question mark your heart, punctuate your fate All your version predicates Done as well as you pronunciate In the West we're gonna break you off the isle Take C.O.s hostage Arab style, no surrender Gettin' knots, like stockbrokers who own Marriott's Blast shots for all my niggas who splash cops Rich Corleone camp is here, thousand and one Corner thun, fake a jack, you be a goner Yo, I'm all about business and enterprisin' Advisin' financial advisors on franchisin' the wider than horizons Divisin' ideas with master minders Movin' on a stash of diamonds First we get the cash, then we laugh like minors Don't get me wrong I'm a funny bastard But when it come to money, thun, I'm not the one to laugh with I'm after for what cash can bring me brothers Me and my demon lovers blast and laugh at hyenas Back to Ringling Brothers believe them others You the best, yet, and still I'm investin' mil's on a hunch over lunch Puffin' on a Chesterfield Who wan' test the real scandalous I'm at the Sands in Los Angeles Plannin' hits with an anonymous philanthropist Spanish kids, close to God, like evangelists Choppin' niggas up and makin' sandwiches Gettin' knots, like stockbrokers who own Marriott's Blast shots for all my niggas who splash cops Rich Corleone camp is here, thousand and one Corner thun, fake a jack, you be a goner (goner)
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