| Yeah nigga
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| I got the gat on them now
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| Pay back (laughing)
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| Chorus: Lil Dap & Agallah
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| Why, it got to be like that
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| Straight like that, real like that
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| Where my Brooklyn niggas at?
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| Why, it got to be like that
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| Straight like that, real like that
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| Where my Queens niggas at?
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| Why, it got to be like that
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| Straight like that, real like that
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| Where my Harlem niggas at?
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| Why, it got to be like that
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| Straight like that, real like that
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| Where my Bronx niggas at?
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| Why it gotta be like that?
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| Niggas, don’t act because he flip tracks
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| And broads don’t know how to act
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| Chillin the east, with the Group Home appeal
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| Rippin with steel, and you know my niggas are real
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| Like straight like that, will burn a hole right through your map
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| These Brooklyn cats, I hope we eatin your food black
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| We keep it real, with the niggas keep it real with me
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| That understand that street knowledge was there only key
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| See before rappin, niggas couldn’t fuck with me
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| It’s like these fake brothers stoled Brooklyn streets
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| On these streets I give you square, now shit is the same
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| Because together we stay, and the Desert Storm is on
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| Expect the unexpected, when the juice has been injected
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| The many styles we have, have been well protected
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| Move within a makin, observe the fakin to mistake it
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| My soul is ackin, too much pain i’ve been takin
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| Inside my heart, I’ve been torned apart
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| But we play it smart, and get money in the streets smarts
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| Of the streets, cuz my brothers keep it rowdy
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| The way they front, and try to act like they bout it
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| Aiyo, I’m comin up, I’m runnin up like a soldier
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| I thought I told you, punks, I controlled ya
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| I’m strong like a boulder, ready to fold ya
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| I treat you like a new born puppy and scold ya
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| I’m older, I’m power full like a dodge
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| Now you know what I’m talkin about me and my squad
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| I pull your card, I’m underground like the mob
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| Punk get on your job, here come the superstars
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| The Nutcracker, quick to snappin your back
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| I was born in the ghetto so it be like that
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| I was born in the ghetto so it be like that
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| I was born in the ghetto so it be like that
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| I sing a song, to break your arm
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| The Black is pimpin Brook-lan, who am I the Don
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| The pro with precon, frustated like Saddam
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| I’ve been behind the seeds, but now I’m here to chop the bomb
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| Look me in my grill, my eyes cold as steel
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| I came to kill, I speak upon you like a pill
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| For that from Brownsville, rusty bitches on my deal
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| Shisty nigga breast filled if I start to fill
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| You weakness is a mil, put your body on chill
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| I ain’t got a deal, going out for the mil
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| Cuz skills get more friends then women in the hills
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| The more dough you get, then the more head like Bill
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| For real
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| You won’t be able to understand the power of Allah
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| That means God’s plan, the hour’s facing our man
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| The sour feelings, the ways and actions of this man
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| Suckas was the crew with the span
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| That’s like Muhammed & Jesus splittin up without a plan
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| That’s like Martin & Malcolm praying for a separate outcome
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| That’s why you can’t e-mail me, fuck the fiend dot com
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| Supreme alphabet, seekin creaming out the get
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| Mad riches to team, by my next mic check
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| Plus you this artist sacred like Aztec |