[Intro: Scarface]
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Don't see Kay in these muthaf*ckin' streets dog
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Nigga walkin' around in this muthaf*cka lookin' shocked and stupid, baby
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We runnin' these muthaf*ckin' streets for real
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Kay Slay, holla at God damn baby
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Kay Slay, they don't want me out here
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They don't want you out here, dog
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This is muthaf*ckin' Face Mob, Kayslay, New York City
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Holla at ya God damn baby, we don't rock no muthaf*ckin' ice, baby
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We rock this real shit, dog
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And if you think a nigga bullshittin', come f*ck wit it
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It's goin' down...
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[Scarface]
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Let's put an ending to chitter, nigga, see me in gloves
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I'm the proof in the booth, bitch, read me in blood
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It's Face at you, freezin' muthaf*ckas like a statue
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I got a loaded Kay Slay pointed at you
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The end of your beginning, before you even get it started
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You f*cked up, now you in the presence of a heartless
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Nigga, from out the gutter, spit it and don't stutter
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I'm a gangsta, raise around the dope fiends and hustlers
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But silence is golden, and the streets don't talk
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Don't let sheets slide, 'cause beef don't walk
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We attack hoes, f*ck a nigga with wack flows
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I'm the last of a dying, bitch, act like you don't know
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I'm the reason you niggas walk around thug
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Just remember I'm the one made, you can get touched
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So what you gonna put a record out, you a muthaf*ckin' sellout
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Slay told me to knock your ass out
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[Chorus 2X: Scarface]
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And you was right, I never liked ya muthaf*ckin' ass
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To start with, you know it's better get your self regardless
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And Kay, bitch, you picked the right nigga to play with
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Now you got a leaky' T-shirt from the kay spit
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[Raekwon]
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Snow white five glendin', the elevator with the crib
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Blend with it kid, I feel one of them Bill Clinton's
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Mills is spent, still don, still rentin'
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Still yacht flyin', still killin' fish, still killin' clicks
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The fifth out, don't even breathe out
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And ganna with the ill thieves, slick hammers, we all fam
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What, pull out the four, pop the truck, see the luxury morgue
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The casket leather, the python seeks your dog
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Flashback, he and them Benz's lenses
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Actin' like he did ten sentences, son ain't real
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He got excited, parked the truck, just leaned the lighter
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Twist the blunt, sat back, son beepin', we drove off
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It's money on it, until them young niggas don on it
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Devour the snitches, you get on, you born with it
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Make a toast for hours, for all the money and power
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The right division, don't never let corns get it, drama
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[Chorus 2X]
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[Fat Joe]
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Pass the rock, you niggas gassed a lot
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I never liked ya ass, but then again, you can't be shocked
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Most feared in this rap game, and ain't for frontin'
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Best believe when shit pop off, I'm blazin' somethin'
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It's the J to the Izzo, you know the rest
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Nigga can't get a Twiz-o, but flow the best
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I've been doin' this for years, ruinin' careers
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Niggas never wanna listen til the toolies in the air
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It's the kid that don't be givin' a f*ck, I hold a shit outta grudge
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The type of nigga that'll spit at the judge
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Niggas gettin' gelled, they say I'm livin' it up
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'cause I'm at Hollywood with Denzel, flickin' it up
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I play the corner when the shit is hot, summer time in the X
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Kay Slay got the shit on lock
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That's where you go to find the God body
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Second to none, unless you compare him to John Gotti, God...
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[Chorus 2X]
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