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of sixes, Christmas money
Vicious consolidated drama rip bitches
The rich version of black, skyscraper paper
Wu belt makers, show & prove that all my shit
girls killing ants in the kitchen. Peace baby.)

I'm a poor man's version of a rich man
I've got a small van swerving through a big land
I've got
of my life
And I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever

Niggaz in my faction don't like askin' questions
Strictly, testing, coke measuring
Givin'
didn't include me?
I like to party and have a good time
There's nothin' but pleasure written in our rhyme
I know you don't think we'll ever quit
We've
made

TWO versions"

Verse 2:  Brother Marquis
The First Amendment gave us freedom of speech
So what you sayin'?  It didn't include me?
I like to party
knock you in the head and watch you twitch and bounce around/ your looking like a clown/ Ringwood is my town/ you know we hold it down/ parties all day
of my life
And I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever

N****z in my faction don't like askin' questions
Strictly, testing, coke measuring
Givin'
The remix, add on son
Politic for the real ones)

We get knots, like stockbrokers who own Marriotts
Blast shots for all my niggas who splash cops
The rich
(after the song ends)
This is the CENTRAL SCRUTINIZER... As you can see, MUSIC can get you
pretty fucked up...Take a tip from Joe, do like he did,
the party
And it's going up
A rap stars version of the black card
Jumped so many hurdles could have been a track star
Fucking around in my BMW
With Su and P,
at Montego
I find gold links and snatch 'em like I'm Deebo
But I'm the light-skinned version of Mandingo
I've seen more Beatles and Jagged Edges than Ringo
The rich Corleone camp is here, thousand and one 
Corner son, fake a jack, you be a goner

Yo, control this rap like Napoleon
Half-Mongolian, hold it,
whip 'em like Kunta
That's why they stay down, they loyal citizens of Zamunda
By way of A-T-L; if you disagree
don't even look at me ho don't pa** go
to live this way, like every day is a holiday.
At the harvest time, when the work is done.
And I celebrate by worshiping the earth and the sun
We always
big body Benz it's the navigators
In the hood, servin freaks like I'm a restaurant waiter
Blue lights on the Jag cus I love to shine
Keep it by my
know my past
Begged to be understood anytime I showed the wrath
But how could I expect third parties to know the half
Like, when the temp rises, but
[Chorus: Raekwon] 
We get knots like stockbrokers who own Marriott's 
Blast shots for all my niggas who splash cops 
The rich Corleone camp is
Big bang take lil' bang fuck what you damn think
Gettin' to the bread and look blind by the pinky ring
Disorderly conduct I could really give a fuck
literally see the double start to comin' alive
Come alive like heart rates, followed by a car chase
Chris Rock selfies with a top 5 arms race
Moncler skullies
Big bang take lil' bang fuck what you damn think
Gettin' to the bread and look blind by the pinky ring
Disorderly conduct I could really give a fuck
you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.


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