Me, Denny & Darryl
Method Man, Ghostface Killah, Cappadonna
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Alright, there it go again Yo, yo Yeah, foreign cars, we coppin' em, hoppin' in with Glocks an' them Stick up kids on dead-end streets, we pop 'em first, we box 'em in Behind the wheel the driver's hittin' gas before the oxygen Tryna find whatever hoes that he can tie a sock up in To stop the bleedin', lotta reasons, lotta goons, they wanna eat The money pop a lotta shit, the stick-up game is outta season First time I scoped 'em out in front of subways eatin' pizza He didn't even peep us This is practice, thuggin' with free access Original hitmen, born shooters that wear glasses Guns that stop traffic, ain't afraid to blast it, bitch This is Iraq iron, not plastic We hogtie, duct tape, take long drives You in the trunk, balls-out naked, you gon' die Any place on God's green Earth you gon' fry Night-night, ya goin' to bed, but not to the Stuy Ayo, hempty-dimp, I love rice and shrimp (uh huh) If I can't catch the plane then I'm catchin' the blimp (yeah) Told brown-skin, "Yeah, you can call me a pimp" But I'm the real orphan of rap, I got lost in the pack The streets had me trapped, I ain't know where I was at Weeded in saucy black jeans, jewelry glossy Early in the mornin', toast and coffee (word) You can't off me, your wack flows suck and exhausts me I got New York heat, 'bout to f*ck a chick shortly I'm bowlegged with dogs, can't none of y'all walk me Honeys love me, follow me everywhere, stalk me I'm good with the hoop, ten hut, my army tense up You can't inch up, don't even flinch up Honeys get wet and they panties be all drenched up I'm comin' off the bench like I'm blowin' the bench up Black crown, black apparel, black nunchucks 36 is hard to kill, we put a fence up Armored tank, Masta Killa shit, black Benz truck Cauliflower wallabees, turkey legs, collard greens Dollar dreams, if I'm not the T'Challa then what kinda king Am I? My persona, man, it's nada, this is not a thing Island got Italians, load the Talons and then bada-bing Make 'em sing, this is not Sopranos, y'all, don't make a scene Making cream, how I make it up without the Maybelline? Can' with the laser beam, your favorite team's Not the playground to play around with, just try and take a swing Yadamean? It's not a seesaw battle Not the bridge you wanna travel 'Cause your life expectancy on the Verrazzano is narrow Just me, Denny and Darryl Just before my hand cock you can see the Smith on the barrel Hit the gravel, forever be in my shadow Rather be up in the saddle than up the creek with no paddle Key to the city, judge, throw away the gavel Since the game got pretty it don't go with my apparel
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Written by: Clifford Smith, Danny Caiazzo, Darryl Hill, Dennis Coles, Tim Schoegje
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