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    Yeah yeah yeah yeah y'all... New York City...
    Tryna to see where I'ma go tonight...
    The most famous town in the whole fuckin' world...
    The other night, nigga was at Lotus...
    I hit P and them I was Dom P'ed up in there, you know...
    But I found this new spot we went to the other night, yo
    Check it out check it out how it went

    [Verse 1]
    It was just cool like, smooth night wit' my jewels bright
    Goons left goons right, coupe wit' blue lights
    Bad girls in black pearls, gave us cat calls
    Took 'em back to the crib to break they ass off
    In the loft mixin' hash and 'dro
    Honey spreaded that asshole like a wide mouth bass
    Sippin' wine out the glass, Teddy Pendergrass blast
    When the phone ring, the house lights flash
    Turned down the sound, let's get down to bidness
    Shit about to go down wit' some foul niggaz
    What the voice said, "what up pop? Who want it?"
    I put the guap up, get the boy popped
    He say "son stop, it's dudes you feedin'
    Who feedin' other dudes, but they really not eatin'"
    Dog, why you callin' me? This our food
    You, handle the mouths that it trickles down to
    Niggaz want beef, I want some of that cow too
    But I'm in my princely robe, simply rich
    Don't bother me wit' silly shit, call Rico
    He said "it IS Rico, of all people
    Gave his moms furs, called up the mayor
    To get his crime pardoned, his son's godfather"
    Said the nigga shot up my cars
    Last night he laid for me to come out my doors?

    Niggaz always on that bullshit
    To make a nigga wanna open up a full clip
    Niggaz always on that bullshit
    Now ya funeral, the preacher's at the pulpit
    Niggaz always on that bullshit
    To make a nigga wanna open up a full clip
    Niggaz always on that bullshit
    Now ya funeral, the preacher's at the pulpit
    You can't kill me

    [Verse 2]
    High, fly, send a fella loaf or glass?
    Fold up cash, you ain't heard the soldier's half
    You speakin' hogwash, silly shit, ??? to dash
    I got the live sparked, Phillies lit, smoker's jacket on
    The son of a Cap-ricorn, my dad's a don
    What you think that he spawned? A slacker? Nah
    Packed the nines, yo this nigga's asinine
    Smack ya mom, relaxed and calm, then mack ya mom
    In a casket, you'll get ya fashion on
    You'll be in a suit and tie, you'll die
    You'll make maggots turn to flies, fuckin' wit' Nas
    Remember anyone can get it at anytime
    Lames'll swear by ya name, when they lie
    Get hit wit' the lone star, ripped where ya bones are
    So tell me how yo' ass gon' run, from a C-Z-P-O-1?
    In the midst of real steel movers, you a loser
    Merk you wit'cha own shooters
    All you want is a name, pissed and insane
    My security system, my playspot a fireplace, listen
    Then it goin' off, start spittin'
    Niggaz try to bring it where I live in
    Trustin' you, knew where all of the cribs at
    So we waited wit' the cigs blat, blat, blat!


    "You can't kill me" [to fade]

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