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Ghostface Killah
Ghostface Killah
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Ghostface Killah
Ghostface Killah
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Christopher Wallace
Christopher Wallace
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Sean Combs
Sean Combs
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Nashiem Myrick
Nashiem Myrick
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Carlos Broady
Carlos Broady
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Corey Woods
Corey Woods
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Osten Harvey
Osten Harvey
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Black Mambo
Black Mambo
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Thomas Muhammed
Thomas Muhammed
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Letras

[Verse 1]
We run the city
[Verse 2]
Todays' agenda, got the suitcase up in the Sentra
Go to room one-twelve, tel 'em Blanco sent ya
Feel the strangest if no money exchanges
I got these kids in Ranges to leave them **** brainless
All they tote is stainless, you just remain as
Calm as possible, make the deal go through
If not, here's twelve shots, we know how you do
Please make your killings clean, slugs up in between
[Verse 3]
They eyes like true lies, kill 'em and flee the scene
Just bring back the coke or the cream
Or else your life is on the shelf, we mean this, Frank
Them cats we fuckin' with put bombs in your mom's gas tank
Let's get this money, baby, they shady, we get shady
Dress up like ladies and burn 'em with dirty three-eighties
Then they come to kill our babies, that's all out
I got gats that blow the wall out, clean them all out
[Verse 4]
Fuck the fallout, word to Stretch, I bet they pussy
The seven digits push me, fuckin' real, here's the deal
I got a hundred bricks, fourteen-five a piece
Enough to cop a six, buy on the house on the beach
Supply the peeps with Jeeps, brick a piece, capiche?
Everybody gettin' cream, no one considered them leech
Think about it now that's damn near one-point-five
I'll kill 'em all, I'll be set for life, Frank, pay attention
[Verse 5]
These motherfuckers is henchmen, renegades
If you die they still get paid, extra probably
Fuck a robbery, I'm the boss
Promise you won't rob 'em
I promise, but of course you know I had my fingers crossed
[Verse 6]
**** got to die, if I go they got to go
**** got to die, let a hundred shots float
**** got to die 'cause it's all up in the scrolls
Catch a body on the bridge, three bricks, live kid
If I go they got to go
**** got to die, let a hundred shots float
**** got to die 'cause it's all up in the scrolls
Catch a body on the bridge, three bricks, live kid
[Verse 7]
We up in the lab, two Spanish, one Arab lady
Layin' on the bed lookin' like a drag
Had the pillow cuffed, lookin' at me and Frank, her grill was rough
Who would ever think she'd rather do us up?
But that's the business, back to the stitch on these Puerto Rican kids with pistols
Doin' sign language is twitchin' noses
Ask 'em where the money at, yo, where the coke at, papi?
We can do this all day, yo y'all both whack
[Verse 8]
They pulled out, one of my dumb soldiers was wombed out
They snuck up on him, put the tool up in his mouth
Walked them up in the crib, big move, but they grabbed the kid
Had the shotty on my beehive, my wig
And yo, they took me to the bathroom, started up the chainsaw, yo
You gon' talk or see your brains on the floor
That's when six to seven masked men came in blastin', yo
All I heard was, Frank, Lexi get the raw
[Verse 9]
**** got to die, if I go they got to go
**** got to die, let a hundred shots float
**** got to die 'cause it's all up in the scrolls
Catch a body on the bridge, three bricks, live kid
[Verse 10]
If I go they got to go
**** got to die, let a hundred shots float
**** got to die 'cause it's all up in the scrolls
Catch a body on the bridge, three bricks, live kid
[Verse 11]
Bleed just like us, believe my pipe bust
If he holdin' the right amount of cheese I might rush the spot
Up early in the morning, kick the door in, wave the four and
**** the brawling 'cause Tony for the stalling
And all I see if dollar signs, here's the bottom line
Either give up the product or get shot up with a brolic nine
Invest figures to address
Workin' out, all I curl is my index finger
[Verse 12]
Got a safe that hold more notes than Cortex singers
My work is move trays, serve 'em up like gourmet dinners
When it comes to cuttin' that, who got the best trimmers?
Edward Scissorhand them grams, respect winners
I got them big spenders comin' through hourly
Competition, we knock 'em out the box, powerfully
Still drop an ill verse on the DI, me
You might be gone but the legacy is BIG, ****
Uh huh
[Verse 13]
Yo, I think they tryna do something, man
I don't know what it is but we gon' go in there and handle this business, man
Straight up, you know what I mean?
It's goin' down
Let's go hand this, man
Written by: Black Mambo, Carlos Broady, Christopher Wallace, Corey Woods, Ghostface Killah, Nashiem Myrick, Osten Harvey, Sean Combs, Thomas Muhammed
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