[Jim Jones:]
Yo, My homey Cash, well he gone for five
Send my prayers, do your thing, I'll be going for mine
Cause, we live life to the fullest
Three hundred and sixty five nights on the strike, that's a bullet
Now, uncle Ricky got a month and some change
And it feels like the garbage truck just dumping the pain
All on my shoulders, I'm warning my soldiers
The nights could get chilly, the morning's much colder
I've seen summers get cold
And playas do it up until the point and that they done and they fold
They can't succumb to the cold
Those of frostbitten, up north sitting, just like some f'n lost kittens
They get locked up for carrying boy
They doing time up in Marion, boy, uh
I respect you
You do your time like Gotti, and come home like that Marion boy
Dipset, Holla
[Juelz Santana:]
It's Santana, get ready
December
Messin with the gangstas, riders, uh uh
Ya'll messin with some gangstas, riders, 911 survivors
Ya'll still want beef than holla
You think you bout it, get your piece and holla
Squeze the piece when I think it's problems, do you follow?
Young Muhammad Atta, no plane lessons, cocaine lessons, just a plot of towers I had
Before they crashed and divided the towers
I'm hurtin' working hard to reprovide the towers,
Told you, you messin with a gangsta boy,
You messin with some gangstas boy
Don't do thatt
You got coke don't move that
These blocks belong to us homie
Remember I told you that
Ask me your boys leave no more messages
I see you pumpin I'm steppin in my weapons and
I'm shootin off to the death of him
If he try to run shots ahead of him
He's already done it tell em (tell em)
Welcome to New York City (uh ohh)
No, Welcome to Dip Set City (holla)
And thanks to Cam I'm Harlem's new anchor man
Yes chump you should shake my hand (whoo)
Cause the cuk will make you too cocky
And I'm not gon wanna talk to you dudes who move sloppy
So move watch me
Stand still don't move watch me
I'm a show you how to do this yeahh
[Cam'Ron:]
I'm gonna break it down real quick
Yo
Ayo look dog, I bought villas
Stayed in resorts scrilla
How extort Killa? I extort killas
Man I caught killas, disarmed four killas
Cat frontin *POP POP*, poor killas
Who more realer we than the four wheeler
F Mike, til you see me you never saw 'Thriller'
Fishscale, fishscales, Gorillas
Dirty whore want me to go raw will ya?
Smart Pisces fresh from the Archdiocese's
You got heart fight me? I'll dearly depart wifey
I'm Anfernee I do things the Hardaway
Pardon me, escalade, marmalade, mama stay
And I send 'em where stars'll play
And the dude cop a car today color: pink chardonnay
And I'll clap at ya man, Clap the clappers
Clap on Clap off, Clap at his hands
Only thing he ever clapped was his hands
Hell get butt raped, duct taped the Michelin man, bastard
Get in the van, listen to Cam, maggot
Get in this van, listen to Cam, maggot
Listen, let's bring it back, you know why?
Cause, this is the year when cassidy is shipped in the van
Envision my plan, listen to me, listen
I'm Mr. Era the BMBB's
I was duckin GMDC
Had that scope aim and I'll light ya
Seen all islands Caymans to Rikers
Contain, Detain, Maintain, Complain
It's bigtane? rain
The game is for lifers,
I don't care
I'll put flame in the fire
Christian, Athiest, Pray to Elijah
Don't play, okay, just pray I don't snipe ya
Cause with the SK
Doggy I'm OK
My AK was my AKA Before my ABC's and had me A' Ok
I'll show u how to make 2 million out ya deal
For the right price I could get you out ya deal
Smack ya CEO
That's when the teck is soarin
$4 mil from Def Jam & I ain't sold a record for 'em
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