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[Intro: Beretta 9]car 36, 36, we got a situation in progress37 between 106thwe got a possible homicideall cars, all cars, we got a situation down[RZA]Aiyo, toxi` off the grey goose, vodka, shots of hypnoticYa`ll bitches want beef, son, you got itFresh off the bliz-knock, Bob Diz-nocPlex on the K.B., son, you get shiz-notRight in your hiz-ead, you`ll be diz-edDon`t front on this nigga, I`mma from New York Ci-zey!Ya`ll butter pec`, make my nuts weakHave me walk around, talkin` backward with stutter speakLike tuh tuh tuh tuh tuh, buh buh buh buhButter pec`, make my nutter weakAnd ya`ll crabs down south, you ain`t got a clueHow it feel to slip in that papi chino power uWhite Cadillac truck just high beamed usMami look like she was Angie MartinezI don`t espanol, I play imposterI was like "Mamacita, yah yah, que pasa?"And slip back to my casaShe was like "Nigga! You sound like rasta!"I`m the ace in the decks...*girl speaking spanish*[RZA]I`m the ace in the deck, still casin` a TecThat filled with the taste of the lead, buck buckThe bass and the treb`, the space in the backWhere chumps walk by, and they face get slappedI`m not known to talk a lotSit on five whips, son, so I don`t walk a lotGot ten chicks, so I don`t hawk a lotBeen around the world, but I love New York a lotEspecially up in Bedstuy, with those crazy CuffiesOr in Fort Green, with those crazy CuffiesYa`ll floss like ya`ll Jay-Z and Puffy`sYou get robbed, bucked down by a crazy CuffieBobby! Fuckin` the mics is my hobbyFuckin` the mics is my hobby[Outro: girl]Bobby, Bobby, Bobby, Bobby, Bobby, Bobby{*car smashing and glass shattering*}

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