| I wanna see everybody stand 'til they feet up right now
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| I wanna see everybody stand on they feet right now
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| Ha
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| Yeah
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| Zone, zone, zone, zone
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| Hey Swizz, I’m just gonna rap from the top
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| Make 'em stand up, ah
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| Exterminator, manager’s observin' hater
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| All the man a terminator
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| Rollin' in a convertible 'til early, day up
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| Watch a couple videos and burn the day up
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| On my early bird to get that early paper
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| Yeah, we burnin' weed, no we ain’t burnin' vapor
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| When we gettin' greasy, just a verbal taster
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| Rollin' up the weed, I got that herbal chaser
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| Yeah, got you up in your seat
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| Fuck them niggas 'cause all them motherfuckers is sheep
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| Get up, Swizzy, and show you motherfuckers a beat
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| I’m just happy 'cause my life I was stuck in the street
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| Yeah, 'cause it’s nice 'cause none of this was up in my reach
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| Get to runnin' up 'cause that motherfucker was steep
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| Take a cigarette, brother, take a couple of sheets
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| If there’s some in there, you can take the money for keeps
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| Yeah, they thought that they had it
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| I don’t even know why they even thought they could have it
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| This my habitat when I’m bringin' forces of habit
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| Little cabbage patch, liftin' up the cork then I splash it
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| Yeah, just look at that, thinkin' I put off with a hatchet
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| When that mack attack, bet there won’t be two when I clap him
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| That was random but that’s just how I talk when I’m rappin'
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| Put all them cameras up 'cause in Hollywood they be snappin'
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| Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
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| That’s too much, Hollow Man
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| That’s too much, Hollow Man
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| You talkin' too crazy for 'em, huh
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| Tell 'em somethin'
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| Sneeze, nigga, then you lose
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| Man just got the weed, but we need the booze
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| Cinderella dreams, but don’t need the shoes
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| We don’t got degrees, but we livin' huge
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| Niggas 'bout to sweep, yeah, we need the brooms
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| You can leave the streets, but don’t leave your goons
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| Niggas movin' booze, you’re just movin' boos
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| You wouldn’t be alive if it wasn’t for dude
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| How is he, pop-pop? |
| He ain’t got no clues
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| Think he saw a ghost, Ebenezer Scrooge
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| They ain’t in the mood, you ain’t got the moves
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| You ain’t got the hits, you ain’t got the tunes
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| Mans have written them off
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| I don’t listen to none of them niggas that’s soft
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| Now they’re questionin' if Hollow Man is still on the top
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| Why you runnin' 'round with Hollow Man? |
| Just chill in the box
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| Outside, villainous fucks
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| One time real as the clock
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| Fugees, they think they’re killin' me soft
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| Leakin' got me spillin' Courvois'
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| They don’t see us, either
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| Came back, man, hit 'em with the meat cleaver
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| You a boss actin' like a diva
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| Bitch, fuck your money, dog, we don’t need ya
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| Yeah, come through with the two on two
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| Outside white, inside, turquoise, too
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| Bangin' on your chest, oh, you think you come from the zoo?
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| I’ma pull up and show you what gorillas will do
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| Yeah, straight from New York to Peckham
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| Niggas actin' thirsty, pull up with the soaker and wet 'em
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| Ayo, Giggs
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| I could go for another 50 or 60 bars but the song was over before I even got on
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| this thing, huh
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| Zone, zone, zone, zone
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| Landlord
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| Showtime
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| Zone
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| Ayy
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| Right
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| Ayy
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| Right
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| What they gon' do now?
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| What they gon' do now, huh?
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| Ayy
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| Man I brought the orchestra out to London just for no reason |