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    [Big Daddy Kane sample]
    In control and effect
    So what the heck, rock the discoteque

    [Ghostface Killah]
    Bring all the hammers and the buchanans
    My click ran in and acted as blazin' as though we still standin'
    Spot raid of Rich Gannon, I play the bench standin'
    Front of them snitch cameras, blow up your bitch Hannon
    Give her a quick chance to kiss glance
    In the mix, I saw the bitch sniffin', just dance
    Slept on a peel, then broke her wrist, and burnt her quick
    And stopped her wish, one of my wig pushed in
    Ghostface is local, slick murder shit with a new rhyme hustle
    Still bust you, fuck you, head bust you, respect my muscle
    Like a mean hooker, I'm not gonna tussle, I'll cut you
    And that goes for any nigga who think that they better than me
    Punch in his face, fuck him up mentally
    Real robe and pop my throne
    Pop a cop if he show signs of any kinda stop my flow
    This is real life lyricist, never a witness
    See me clappin' the tools, improve my wrist
    The dude is, the ruger is super steel
    Fall back, take a look at my face, for real
    My attempts to kill, sent a gate to chills
    When his brain hit the windshields, brake ills

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    [Chorus: sample]
    Burn it it, aw, burn it
    And you know, got to have them set it
    Burn it, aw, burn it
    What a life, not a life, ha, ha, ha, hahahaha

    [Trife]
    Yo, get hooked like syringe with dope in it
    And you a dummy like crack bags with soap in it
    See, well I'mma got a scope with it, drama don't approach with it
    Blow you off the coast, now your momma got a coat with it
    Young nigga, smokin' marijuana with the coke in it
    Sellin' CD's, VCR's and the remote with it
    Easy, duke, man I need this loot
    Look at my face, all hairy like some kiwi fruit
    Dead serious, showin' no teeth, holdin' my heat
    Put his eyes in the back of his head, he goin' to sleep
    For fuckin' with a top boss, niggaz get knocked off
    I always drop shit for the streets like a cop's horse
    Nigga you cock soft, scared to pop off
    And I spit fire, my tongue's dipped in hot sauce
    It'll burn you, toss and turn you
    Have you bleed internal, get popped like kernels

    [Chorus]

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