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feat. Lounge Lo



[Intro: Lounge Lo (Cappadonna)]

Yeah (yeah) what we do (come on Dini) huh? (1-6-Ooh)

Yessa yessa my lord (Park Hill Productions, the mic'er son) faggots

(Uh let's do this, turn it up, yo)



[Chorus: Lounge Lo]

If you see us on the block getting paper

Chump, you better bet we got that thing on our waist

And if you niggas don't think that it's major

Then we'd gotta shoot you right dead in your ---






[Cappadonna]

Sometimes I feel like the whole world was built around me

I used to sell crack until this music shit found me

The streets remain deep, but not deep enough to drown me

New York chop it up, get it cooking like ground beef

When me and Lounge put it down, baby, it sound sweet

We worked hard for this for shit, putting in work

It didn't take long for us to put our foot in the dirt

New York City of dreams, glamorous, iced out

Fly whips with the fly crib, chicks on the couch

Skyline, city of hopes, American lifestyle

We ain't waiting for that gwop, we wanting it right now

Fuck being broke, I wanna live like a white child

My slums bust gun, base let go and white owl

Forever on the grind, suck pussy and get paper

Cell phone, two-way pager, all my niggas stay major

Like Comrad, bombing the tracks like Arabs

Money for grabs, let's get it, New York fitted

Sliding out the door with a bit-itch

Tell your wifey don't snit-itch, let's get rit-ich

Tell 'em Diggeler did it, that's how I love to spit it



[Chorus]



[Lounge Lo]

You might see on the six train, riding the subby

Along some bad Puerto Rican chicks, and none of them ugly

Staten Island's Most Popular Son, do what I do

Fuck licks, I got chips and I carry a gun

I told the Don to hold me down, I got some shit to finish

And this is Blood Brothers 2, without counting the minutes

One, the take-out food, I break your dude

And have your daughter raped in school, after I ate your food

I like the pen, but I hate the grooves, hate niggas

Who talk shit, and like they wanna trace my moves

Like where I'm coppin' the hard at and how much grams cost

The mayor of my block, I've been holding the damn torch

You see he go, it's BZ Mode

With a Yes Lord, Yeah Man, easy flow

Times up, rhymes up, man, CD gold

I take it back to the Ooh and get one sixty dough



[Chorus 2X]