| What’s the deally yo?
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| I gotta squeeze the juice outta the headphones
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| (Jadakiss…)
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| Yeah (I like that)
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| Squeeze the juice outta the headphones
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| Yo, yo yo
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| When you think of me you think of a problem
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| Who? |
| What? |
| When? |
| and how you gonna solve em
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| Automatic or revolving
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| The K I double S and, Here’s the lesson
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| Most beams is infared, but mine’s is flourescent
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| No matter where you go, I’mma spot you
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| No matter how many people you put me in front of, I’mma rock you
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| And if you try to be the hard top, I’mma drop you
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| I got to, treat you like the clutch, and pop you
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| Creep threw, in the 4−20 with your honey
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| Cuz you ain’t nuthin' but a playboy that turned bunny
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| And the only the thing left to discuss is more money
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| In these bullshit games these chickens, try to run me
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| Ya’ll know ya’ll can’t touch us, I flow lushes
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| It’s so real I make her hop out, and get the dutches
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| I’m sittin on a thousand birds, and I hide from the cameras (why?)
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| Cuz a picture’s, worth a thousand words
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| Since ya’ll herbs, ya’ll get what ya’ll deserve
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| Ya’ll do the catering, while we just get served
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| And you got some nerve, for P-Hing
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| Jason, do you have any idea who you facing?
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| Just something about my shit, you’ll never figure out
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| It’s too hot, burning my mouth, that’s why I spit it out
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| It must be, real hard for ya’ll to listen
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| And it’s sad, niggas is to broke to pay attention
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| Chilling, sittin' on about half a million
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| And all my niggas, all my guns, all my women
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| Next two years I should see about a billion
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| All for the love of drug dealing
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| Chilling, sittin' on about half a million
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| And all my niggas, all my guns, all my women
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| Next two years I should see about a billion
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| All for the love of drug dealing
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| Hey yo, niggas know the line of work, Bullet proof designer shirt
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| Rolling with a China Doll, She’ll be reminding ya’ll
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| Don of the underworld, every block monitored of course
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| Jadakiss and L-O-X boss
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| A pro cause I grow off the shit that I absorb
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| You just another so and so, trying to flow, going broke
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| You trying to buy property, set it up for growing coke
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| Niggas making a movie, so I came to edit
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| Wiping everybody out, right before the credits
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| I’m a hard guy to get along with, get on a song with
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| When shit be going right, I flip into the wrong shit
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| The prime artist, expect me to rhyme hardest
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| Slash con artist, gonna get mine regardless
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| I ain’t even big and I size niggas up
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| Cuz they eyes give em up, look at em and see they butt
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| I’m 22 with 10 ends so there that go
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| You hear that flow that drove the underground wacko
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| Every since 12 I’ve been spittin like tabacco
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| Relax though, Pop the tape CD and the wax though
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| They wonder how, but the thing about ours
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| We open up 24 hours
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| Niggas don’t sleep with eat so when they speak it mean power
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| So you should keep quiet, you a coward
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| About to be layed out flat, and pushing up flowers
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| Chilling, sittin' on about half a million
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| And all my niggas, all my guns, all my women
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| Next two years I should see about a billion
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| All for the love of drug dealing
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| Chilling, sittin' on about half a million
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| And all my niggas, all my guns, all my women
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| Next two years I should see about a billion
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| All for the love of drug dealing |