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feat. Lounge Lo [Intro: Lounge Lo (Cappadonna)] Yeah (yeah) what we do (come on Dini) huh? (1-6-Ooh) Yessa yessa my lord (Park Hill Productions, the mic'er son) faggots (Uh let's do this, turn it up, yo) [Chorus: Lounge Lo] If you see us on the block getting paper Chump, you better bet we got that thing on our waist And if you niggas don't think that it's major Then we'd gotta shoot you right dead in your --- [Cappadonna] Sometimes I feel like the whole world was built around me I used to sell crack until this music shit found me The streets remain deep, but not deep enough to drown me New York chop it up, get it cooking like ground beef When me and Lounge put it down, baby, it sound sweet We worked hard for this for shit, putting in work It didn't take long for us to put our foot in the dirt New York City of dreams, glamorous, iced out Fly whips with the fly crib, chicks on the couch Skyline, city of hopes, American lifestyle We ain't waiting for that gwop, we wanting it right now Fuck being broke, I wanna live like a white child My slums bust gun, base let go and white owl Forever on the grind, suck pussy and get paper Cell phone, two-way pager, all my niggas stay major Like Comrad, bombing the tracks like Arabs Money for grabs, let's get it, New York fitted Sliding out the door with a bit-itch Tell your wifey don't snit-itch, let's get rit-ich Tell 'em Diggeler did it, that's how I love to spit it [Chorus] [Lounge Lo] You might see on the six train, riding the subby Along some bad Puerto Rican chicks, and none of them ugly Staten Island's Most Popular Son, do what I do Fuck licks, I got chips and I carry a gun I told the Don to hold me down, I got some shit to finish And this is Blood Brothers 2, without counting the minutes One, the take-out food, I break your dude And have your daughter raped in school, after I ate your food I like the pen, but I hate the grooves, hate niggas Who talk shit, and like they wanna trace my moves Like where I'm coppin' the hard at and how much grams cost The mayor of my block, I've been holding the damn torch You see he go, it's BZ Mode With a Yes Lord, Yeah Man, easy flow Times up, rhymes up, man, CD gold I take it back to the Ooh and get one sixty dough [Chorus 2X] |
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