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    [Intro/Hook:]
    {Know you broke my heart woman}
    {When you said goodbye to me}
    You said goodbye to me bitch, you better break North
    Before you sick South and I'll be sitting in that big house

    [Action Bronson:]
    Just let me sharpen my knives, thrown on the apron
    X's mark the steak and the salad crumbled with bacon
    And bleu cheese, caramel complexion's on two knees
    On two skis, carving up the ounces with his dookies
    I'm Vic D'Amato, martel to cartel
    Live fast and eat the big tuna like Billy Parcells
    No more childs play kid you with the big boys
    Fuck her in economy size, we want that big Royce
    My family's hating that I rhyme with fury
    Only focus on them hundred bill faces and suitcases
    That'll bribe a jury, grind the curry never shine the jewelry
    Pussy like an eighty-six style, you know it's fine and furry
    Spark the bark in the park, you know, lumberyard
    You ain't never in the limelight, undercard
    Bronsonelli in the sky, thunder rod
    Commandante of this rap shit, your facade, killer

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    [Hook]

    [Action Bronson:]
    The second stanza even deadly than the first
    From the birth, I've been enlisted to plant seeds in the earth
    That's soon road to a valley that feeds, civilization
    I'm walking the torrid land though I'm seeking my vindication from
    My bad, I'll keep it fifth grade, keep the switchblade
    He'll figure sailin' apparel and plus a crisp fade
    First day class, the Agassis are black and white
    My older cousin puffing clot bitch, pass the pipe
    Now I'm a certified user, more like abuser
    Slice and dice the music I'm fluid like the yakuza
    I'm Sanders whether Deion or Barry, find candy
    Though I smoke until my eyes are the shape of Tia Carrere
    My team we work as a unit, nobody hide the ball up
    Great intuition and vision, no time to hit the mall up
    Just a taste of the life like a September call up
    Johnnie Walker in our tour cup, getting torn up
    Listen - I'm steel fisted with the iron lung
    Heavy metal balance out the guitar with lion's run
    Praise the son that can stand on his own two
    Smoke on the big blunt, take a sip of this home-brew

    [Chrous}

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