| I wanna stay high in the clouds
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| I wanna keep plenty of pussy around
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| I’m gonna keep puttin' in bullets in pocket
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| Just in case, it’s goin' down
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| I’m a Brooklyn soldier, yes, I’m is
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| If you lookin' for a problem, here it is
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| I’m worser than the cross and bones, and that’s danger
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| I don’t give a fuck, what beef it is
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| Now I’mma get serious, pussy don’t talk, went the heat come out
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| Niggas sleep on Dirty, til the street come out
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| I like fame, but lockdown changed the nigga
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| Now it’s all about the gauge, on the stage for nigga
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| Cuz haters wanna shoot, everything that shine
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| So I’m prepared, to lock and load my rhymes
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| Eat, two at a time, while my mind is bent
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| And dare motherfucker, come with Brook' with that
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| I be rollin' on the Boulevard, nothin' better rush
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| I’m like Big Ben with my middle finger up
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| Sidewalk hash, make thugs relax
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| Got a team that could devour your habitat
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| More gritty than Diddy, cause my hair’s uncombed
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| Streets I roam, are too hot to throw on poems
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| Feel like every block’s home, when the yay is yo
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| Gotta rob a motherfucker when the day is slow
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| Uh, pussy doctor, four-four cocker
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| Platinum, baby, ya’ll niggas is goin' copper
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| I’m down in Bad Boy South with the nigga Chopper
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| Programmed to blow shit up, like Dennis Hopper
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| Hella pointed, hop out the helicopter
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| It’s L.A.X. |
| for the weed, it’s hella proper
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| I rap, but still stick hoes for door knockers
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| And if she’s persistent, block her, block her, block her
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| Infered, I call it the show shocker
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| It’s M.S.G., with Jay-Z, the show stopper
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| And this is for them gangsta dudes, know you boppin'
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| That take dough, and don’t take shorts for no coppers
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| My team are life stoppers, watch me split ya life up
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| Like Mekhi Phifer, in the movie «Clockers»
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| And just for doing the thing, they try to lock us
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| Wanna find me? |
| I’m way in' the back with the pill poppers |