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Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh(Verse 1 - Malice)Say dog, let`s not get involvedYou don`t wanna tango, I`ll dress you in a haloCock the gauge, polka dot ya braidsFace you in a chrome fo`, that`ll lock ya legsAnd you can`t move, I roll big and I can`t loseThey watch so hard ain`t nothin` I do, that ain`t newsCarry it like I`m a stranger to the gameI cut short any whisper that, en-danger my nameI`ma toast on both coast, not for a jokeI`m known in the streets on the account, I know cokeAnd we got word in the street that the cops watch usBut that don`t stop us, we maneuvering move a little mo` cautiousI hate to think that the dope game is my callin`Cause it got us singing lullaby`s, to our fallin`Tonight friend, until we meet againBut for now and ya name, we re-up and eat again, uhI never front, like I`m something I`m notWell being broke well that`s just, somethin` I`m notY`all talk wit hatred, but I live off thatAnd I lived off cocaine, way `fore I lived off rapFeel me friend, if they could, they`d kill me friend (Yeah)Cause I weigh too much, learned not to say too muchThey couldn`t take me in the CL, that`s way too muchAnd I`m too gone, y`all niggas can talk on(Verse 3 - Fabolous)They call me Mr., Pleasebelieveit, believe it pleaseI put the pump in ya mouth, and help you breath with easeThis guys in a hurry, ma I can`t even fuck with youIf you ain`t in the itineraryI don`t know where dudes is buying they jewelryWhy`s ya ice cream, like it`s made by Ben & JerryY`all the type of players, that be gettin` 2-day contractsE-mail snitch, got these in ya 2-way contactsI`m in the club sippin` on that new ZecongacIn the number 9 Jordan`s, with the duce, trey, arm backThe street family so cool, we could throw up bitchesEven if it was July, and we had on wood britchesI got them teflon`s, that shovel the fo`That have under covers and po`, with cover and slowThe government know, the kid been lovin` the doughSince I was movin` white off the curb, and shovelin` snow(Verse 3 - Pusha T)Ghetto streets so numb they call me NovocainI turn over caine, over and over againHell, so much cliental, I could lose it all todayBe back the next day, still up in the same wayAs I left ya, all in three gestures, down up and aimI can define death, better than Webster, wet yaNow bless ya, and of to my next ventureBlocks so white, June look like DecemberWinter time, snow everywhere, flow everywhereSo much dough, I fly my hoes everywhereAsk him, Pusha T, push a tonPush a ton of that shit, that makes ya nose run (*Sniffle*)Yes I`m holdin`, whether it`s heat or coke inIn the door panel of my four-wheel motionAin`t jokin`, but I laugh how other flows convince youIt`s money, it`s funny, it`s Comedy CentralMinds mental, others is made up stinselWhen I`m on vacation, my babies ride in a rentalI`m livin`, they act as if I don`t live itSaran wrap vaseline, so they can`t sniff itEve say larine knitted, shorts bermudaYou would think they was poochie, if you over looked MedusaUh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh(Skit at end of the song begins)

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