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the head And the little one said roll over, roll over We put three in the head And the little one said roll over, roll over I run amuk upon the sucker duck punks that I'm

I'm on my way to the Dec to hit Jazzy Tee's, holla!!! [P. Diddy] Aiyyo I'm from New York man! I'm from New York! Representin N.Y.C. to the fullest Where

me? my momma gone you could spend the night ya heard me? i'm not playing i'm trying to fuck tonight ya heard me? clothes off face down ass up c'mon shorty

I'm cool like a A/C The nickel back sole in the park they paid me The PJ's get shot up they blame me Ya bitch wanna real nigga, she gon' page me I'm the

where you get put to the test nigga Best be 'bout unloadin' a Tec, nigga You better protect your head, fuck the chest nigga I run with the killers guerrillas and the head

to plant Spit it like I'm gone spit it Niggas wanna get it, but they won't admit it I'm connected and committed All the way bided, while you bullshitted I'm

or here on the scene sounds of the zeekers just not a dream Verse 4: Rumpletilkinz I'm drizzy on may i'm be on the ill tate I'm simply teaching I representing

.O.D, Raekwon the Chef, the Inspektah Deck M.E.T.H.O.D. (Man), the B.O.B.B., straight up, Masta Killa, the Gza, the Genius.. It's the Ol' D-d-dza-za-za

ya wit real millionaire shit Escargot, my car go, one sixty, swiftly Wreck it buy a new one Your crew run run run, your crew run run I know you sick