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    * bonus track on cassette version only

    Queensbridge, 41st side
    Yo yo yo
    I gots no birth records, no next of kin
    Know a lot of mothafuckers, got no best friends
    Know the weather checkin ten-ten winds a.m.
    First and fifteenth I'm layin at the check cashing
    Think I'm playin, blink and I'm sprayin
    Wrong move, ask yourself what leg you wanna lose cuz you gon' lose
    I cripple niggas, from the complex to simple niggas
    Keep showin y'all what difficult is
    Half the world sayin "Dunn" but never been to the Bridge
    What type of shit is that, fraudulence, what's the cause of it
    Nature came threw erasing all of it, stop the presses
    Goofy niggas ask a lot of questions
    I repeat this is not a question
    If you don't reply quick enough I gotta press em
    Keep the glock by the intestines, .38 waist
    Wit a belt, regardless of your stats you can catch a shell

    Believe me when I tell you this (Believe me when I tell you this)
    There's nuttin y'all can do for me (There's nuttin y'all can do for me)
    I don't believe in selfishness, this time I want my crew to eat (My crew)
    We comin through a hundred strong (Comin through a hundred strong)
    We comin wit a hundred miles (A hundred miles)
    Bumpin shit all summer long (Bump that)
    We want it dead and want it now (We want it now)

    Yo aiyyo I rap for my niggas and rap for the hoes
    Rap when I'm gettin dressed, when I iron my clothes
    Depressed, I kick raps that change your whole mood
    And somehow stick to your ribs like soul food
    Rap for wheelchairs, rap for canes
    Ace bandages and niggas wit sprain, stay limpin in pain
    I rap for math, english, even rap for science
    Gotta try to laugh, keep myself from cryin
    I rap for Giants, the Jets, the Yankees, the Mets
    It's New York New York, from Clue to Flex
    New cassettes stay poppin up, your boo let me throw my cock in her
    Rappin got me two proper nuts
    It's crazy, I even rap for high school coach
    White folks fiend out like in Michael Doates
    Creamed out, dope stashin
    For those askin, I flow for TV, HBO and closed caption


    Aiyyo aiyyo aiyyo aiyyo
    Don't go to Texas, don't go to Watts
    Don't go to Queensbridge, nigga don't go to cops
    Don't snitch when you're gettin bagged
    In the penns, don't bitch when you gettin stabbed
    Just hold that, I pose for Kodak's, rose to stardom
    Hoes in Harvard, sophmores get knocked off, nigga watch yours
    I watch the game like it's Saint John's
    It ain't wrong, take a blank piece of paper, a pen paint songs
    Type colorful, writin that shit a thug'll do
    In the heat of the moment, type to make a sudden move
    Some'll snooze, some'll snore, they won't admit that dunn is pure
    Once I quit, niggas wanted more
    Cop my shit once it come in store
    The first week be at the top of the charts, got it jumpin off
    Hot verses wit a hundred thoughts
    One theme, gettin caught in my zone you'll become a corpse

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