Turn the lights all the way

Turn the lights all the way down

What, what

Come on, big flow

Come on, come on Yo, yo, J A Y, I flow sick

*** all y'all haters blow dick

I spits the game for those that throw bricks

Money cash hoes, money cash chicks what? *** murder and mayhem romance for the street

Only wife of mines is a life of crime

And since, life's a bitch in mini-skirts and big chests

How can I not flirt with death That's life's a nigga, long as life prevent us

We gonna send a lot and pray to Christ forgive us, *** it

Ice the wrists and raise the price on these niggaz

Y'all cant floss on my level I'll invite you all to get wit us if ya ball is glitter

When I go all the Harlem playaz wall my picture

If you get close enough you can read the scripture

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Y'all rap now, fast money let's slow it up

Niggaz try to stop Jay-Z to no luck

Roc-A-Fella foreva CEO, what? What? Us the villains, *** your feelings

While y'all playa hate we in the upper millions

What's the dealings it's like New York's been soft Ever since Snoop came through and crushed the buildings

I'm tryin' to restore the feelings *** the law keep dealing

More money, more cash, more chilling I know they gone criticize the hook on this song

Like I give a *** I'm just a crook on this song

Bed-Stuy Brooknon took on the world

***, I led a life you can write a book on

*** murder and mayhem romance for the street Man and I tell ya till be the best seller

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Jigga my nigga rhyme all night, thugs for life

One night with this rap ***, let 'em go

And I bet they know what'll happen when we clap *** Actin' like we owe 'em something, then we show 'em something

Talk greasy I think they found 'em down the road or something

***in' wit a madman in a bad mood

It's like ***in' wit a mad dog that wasn't fed food And the only thing that's stoppin' him is you

'Cause the only thing that he'll be droppin' is you

Topic include, choppin' in two

Drop it to Clue and the response from the street

This was one dog that loves raw meat But gettin' back to just 'cause I love my niggaz

I shed blood for my niggaz

Let a nigga holler where my niggaz

All I'ma hear is right here my nigga Money cash hoes, money cash hoes

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Ruff Ryders

My nigga Swizz

Uhh-uh uhh-uh

Dont stop biatch

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Inspect the game yo