| Soon as I cop the nine, I pop the nine
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| When I take it out the box, I represent Lox
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| Now when I flow, you hit the rewind button
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| So I charge out more, want it all at the door
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| Fuck heat, Sheek walk around with an oven
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| Who you gonna kill with that little Foreman grill?
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| How it’s gon' look when I come through your block?
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| Sheek, Funk Doc, Meth on top
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| Porsche, 300 horse fly by, back open pumpin How High (How High)
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| Yeah, can y’all see that (See that)
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| Bitch you can call me what you want, ''cause I’ll Be Dat (Be Dat)
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| Get off my dick, I don’t care about no jewels
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| Long as the condo’s paid and the truck I choose
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| I’m tellin y’all niggas, if it’s not double R
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| I’ma spell my name out on the side of your car
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| Come and Ruff Ryde with us
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| If you wanna get high with us
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| If you wanna get down with us
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| Come on nooooowwwww
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| Come and Ruff Ryde with us
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| If you wanna get high with us
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| If you wanna get down with us
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| Come on nooooowwwww
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| I got a twin cam exhaust connected to the jaw
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| A five speed clutch on my paw when I ride
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| I glow like the pegs in Lite-Brite
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| 3000 bolts of lightening when fly the right kite
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| Me and Meth be hennesey, two ice cubes
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| We can draw (Choose your weapons) or do I choose?
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| When I choose the grip, one shot lose your hip
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| I hope your shoes fit for this move and pick
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| My avalanche it came with, ten feet of snow
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| I’m cold blooded, my fam half eskimo
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| My flows move like endo
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| Turn ten nickels into ten loads, outta ten stoves
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| Ride the crash course, do the math on it
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| Swizz Beats you can ride Amtrak on it
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| But I’m on it, grillin with George Foreman
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| Ya peeps is at the Grammy awards cornin
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| The ice, the fat wallet son, I won it
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| In the helicopter, warmin before morning
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| Def Jam nigga, Redman nigga, Doc
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| Fuck ya momma on my sweat band nigga
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| You tough guys will get smacked in the club
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| With the gun I bought from Mack in the club
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| Its P-P-P from Bricks to Brook-nam (Come on)
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| Bring me some more ass to whoop on
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| Look what the cat dragged in
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| Underground dweller from the cellar bring terror
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| Scoop of high yellow cinderella, Meth forever
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| Never rush a rhyme, hook could never bust my nine
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| But if I have to, I have to, it’s all in the mind
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| I stay ahead of time while y’all fallin behind
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| Tryin to relight ya lime, it’s a crime when I drop ??? | 
| design
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| That tick it, tick boom, blow your mind
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| Yeah me, M-E-T, H, the O, the D
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| Can’t be done like tryin to find a penny in the sea
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| Nigga run for cover son go and get them guns
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| Y’all ain’t from here, don’t try to come around and gettin ones
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| Swizz Beat the track in the head, but I instead
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| Pull my? | 
| dart gun? | 
| and bust sixteen until it’s dead
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| I’m the game, all of my dogs be off the chain
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| Yellin Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang |