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[Verse 1: Styles P]
Shifty, low-down, gritty, and grimy
Like Fredro -- f-ck it, I get the bread though
I'll run your jewels, you do it because I said so
Ride around the hood with n-ggas that let the lead go
Word to the bullpen sandwich and the bedroll
Like Starks in the Game of Thrones, let my head roll
Real n-gga, n-gga real
Team full of shooters, willing to pull the trigger still
If they feel like you pussy, they'll be waiting for you
I ain't pussy, go 'head and wait
You the dickhead that the bullet's gon' penetrate
Dead n-gga, dumb n-gga
F-ck you up, kill the shit, noose, redrum n-gga

[Hook: Noreaga]
I really drink Tiger Balm (you could Google that)
And I shot n-ggas too (you could Google that)
See, I smoke big (you could Google that)
F-ck n-ggas (you could Google that)
N-gga, f-ck the other side (you could Google that)
F-ck n-ggas (you could Google that)

[Verse 2: Noreaga]
I'm from the era of the stick house
Where n-ggas used to cook bricks at the chick house after you re-up
Dominicans, Washington Heights, they had me up
Debelow; weather so cold, it's like three below
My kicks stay fresh like a brand-new baby ass
I found a Chinese chick with a crazy ass
Leather; she told me that she Googled my name up
Shootings, robberies, and big coke came up
See, I'm an accurate shooter through your medula
You could get your ruler
Bought a missile the size of Zab Judah
I smoke weed, no other shit
The widow's getting high off some other shit
You could keep that, respect to you


[Verse 3: Raekwon]
We get more money than Google, y'all n-ggas is doo-doo
Throw the Mac in your mouth and butt-f-ck your boo-boo
Yeah, pause, little pussy, I'm the cable man
Flow direct, your ho I wreck, horse dick stable man
Black Trump, n-gga, with fat pockets
Crooked like Jesse Jackson in a black watching
Broke n-ggas with rich whores
Run off in the Hamptons, sawed-off and get yours
Homies rock the freshest since AJ Lester's
Cooling on Orchard, buying shoes and vest-es
I post in the Ghost, the German Lugers is spitting
Pocket full, rock the wool, Chevys'll stop the bull
Raising the gauge, ramming his cocky wolves
Lefrac, Yonkers, and Staten wolves
N-ggas take massive pulls, so now we blast and them bastards move


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