| Number one, baby
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| Black Hand
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| Movado
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| Gangsta
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| Ayo, I gotta do this with my stylin' voice
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| Ayo
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| See it’s the Louboutin leather pump Don Diva
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| Get my Kevin Chiles on call me Don Diva
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| I’m in the Zac Posen, strapless with the back open
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| Back locking tossing petals off of Black Roses
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| This is more gutta, this is more crack
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| And I ain’t change, I been the same bitch before rap
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| The only thing that changed is my ass got more fat
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| But my titties been crazy, baby
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| You ain’t gotta ask who back, you soft bitch, move back
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| Had BK on my back, even Shawn couldn’t do that
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| I cruise all slow in the S-Class down Classen
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| Pullin' up in traffic on Nostrand and Patchin'
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| I took six years off, I let 'em have rap
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| And y’all bitches played with it, I came to snatch it back then
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| Put it back on the project bench
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| And made every gangsta nigga want a dark-skinned bitch
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| We’re on fire, we ain’t stoppin'
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| 'Cause I really, really wanna know what’s happenin'
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| We’re on fire, we ain’t stoppin'
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| Since a chick want a nigga and a clubbin'
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| We’re on fire, we ain’t stoppin'
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| 'Cause I really, really wanna know what’s happenin'
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| Makin' paper, money stashin'
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| Since I really, really wanna know what’s happenin'
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| So wanna bloodclaat this man, bad gal 'bout here
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| Drips out the pussy them na friend gal 'bout here
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| Bitch now the body sting round here
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| Big star body, kill off every dirty gal roll near
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| Bitch bust a shot and fiya
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| Two shots fiya, fiya, put the pussy pon fiya
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| Yes Iya, dress fliya, hoppin? |
| out the Bentley coupe
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| On Flatbush and Empire
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| Y’all rap bitches, I will ruin 'em
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| My reps for the boostin', bitches with them bags full of aluminum
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| One love to Tu and them, Clyde, Shyne and Shoe and them
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| Chaz, Prince and Graff the whole fuckin' crew and them
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| Can’t forget Scruce and them, Shabar and Dew and them
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| Kev, Wedge, Draft and BIG I ate food with them
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| Y’all know Fox run the block bitches
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| It’s the Fox bitches, for the bloodclaat bitches, murda
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| We’re on fire, we ain’t stoppin'
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| 'Cause I really, really wanna know what’s happenin'
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| We’re on fire, we ain’t stoppin'
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| Since a chick want a nigga and a clubbin'
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| We’re on fire, we ain’t stoppin'
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| 'Cause I really, really wanna know what’s happenin'
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| Makin' paper, money stashin'
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| Since I really, really wanna know what’s happenin'
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| We’re makin' cheese, slowly with ease
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| With small fuck these easily from the G’s
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| The goons from the land of kings
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| Her breasts me squeeze all night, she make me pleased
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| You want promote the gangsta life and hustle
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| Now my girls approach you and know boy can’t bust with
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| And now it’s all fine and they all come sit
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| We’re not goin' nowhere, don’t fuck with this
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| Yes, Fox I’m back baby and I’m still with the hand still
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| Still in the hood, nigga still on the block still
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| Still in the Benz baby, still in the drop still
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| I’m still in the chinchillas, still move wit them killas, woah
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| Besides that I got my hearing back
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| The same attitude like what the fuck you staring at
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| Homie, my case is beat, I’m still spitting heat
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| Who ya know rep it harder than me, Brooklyn
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| We’re on fire, we ain’t stoppin'
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| 'Cause I really, really wanna know what’s happenin'
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| We’re on fire, we ain’t stoppin'
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| Since a chick want a nigga and a clubbin'
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| We’re on fire, we ain’t stoppin'
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| 'Cause I really, really wanna know what’s happenin'
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| Makin' paper, money stashin'
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| Since I really, really wanna know what’s happenin' |