Key: Ab major
Verse 1
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Lloyd Banks, this shit right
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here is amazin'
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Uh, 1, 2, Harlem, Dipset,
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B .I .G. Let's go
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I get the bread, while you in the red
I be gettin' fed,
I been ahead
Yellow paper in the booth, I kill em dead
I kill em, kill em, kill em, kill em dead
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I kill em, kill em, kill em, kill em dead
I kill em, kill em, kill em, em dead
I kill em, kill em, kill em, kill em dead
Forget the fightin',
that nigga down the front
He gettin' hit with lightnin',
I'm poppin' out the trunk
Let him think he Tyson,
fuck around and jump
I got my liquor license,
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how many rounds you want?
I let the K spray,
tell them niggas make way
For our streets, sweep his ass,
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and get on my case, slay
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Let him trip, I pull it, then it's May Day
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but my bullets stay in AK
I don't play play, when it's payday
You'll take so many shots,
you'll need to go to AA
Take a vacay,
you put me in your stupid flow
We'll have the funeral,
right there at the studio
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I'll put you in peace the back in the day
I don't give a fuck what you happen to say
Right, I get the bread,
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while you in the red
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I be gettin' fed,
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and you be gettin' fed
I been ahead
Yellow tape around the booth,
I kill him, dead
I kill him, kill him, kill him, kill him, dead
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I kill em, kill em, kill em, kill em dead
I kill em, kill em, em, kill em dead
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I kill em, kill em, kill em, kill em dead
I kill em, Try steal his bread,
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hear 4 -4, spilling bled
They hear it but I came through cleaner,
take care like I ain't ever meet her
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Hot coal in the eye on the Nina, Beamer
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Few goons on the set but I got mine too
kill number eight
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I'm just visitin'
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Big big is the house I'm livin' in
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My car fly, I'm super cool
When it helps weed out the middlemen
I'm a strange case, not the average act
You can have them back, earn it all
Fell in love with Miss Mary
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Probably kissed them more than my bitch
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We fuckin' with the web,
Live for the day, born to be rich
You gon' force me to flip
Roast in the ditch, don't find out
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I'm chillin', winnin',
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rim spinnin',
real nigga on contact
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I get the bread, while you in the red
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I be gettin' fed,
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and you be gettin' fed
Playin' hater is the truth, I been ahead
Yellow paper in the booth, I kill em dead
I come home,
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Come home, come home, come home, yeah!
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