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Listen Don't talk to me about songs cuz i embarrass you 24-carat gold plaques in my living room Same-Character watch. Know the fucking time I wrap circles around niggas. On my grind I draw circles around these roaches with the chalk Get your body outlined in the Streets of New York By the King from Queens. ?, Long Island Hempstead too to your head, you stop wildin' Look at me now, I'm growned up I turned out to be a Legend in my own time They say, General Bars; He stalks through the night You can hear him in the ghetto Where it's dark cuz the light's all Shot out, Shout out to niggas, put the pot out When they see the boys coming from Deep, it's getting hot out We hit the hideout couple hours and we back Too much money out here to be anything less than paid.. You know me, I keep the dough pildin' Nice and neat, low key, I'm lounging We turned up in the Street you get found in Same spot you was tryna wild out in Big Hammer to waist That's how I gotta move Letras de cancionesIf it ain't a three-fifty It's a knife or a tool Niggas thinking they smooth What am I supposed to do? I attack motherfuckers who stink It's not cool. Kids, don't try this at home It's nothin' to play with Enjoy your young life Don't fuck with them gauges Cuz these shits blow off tops Destroy families. See, niggas get shot ayday b It's ?. Don't fuck with plated numbers Ever play me, get your money My pockets is real cakey My life is real crazy But I wouldn't trade it Na, you couldn't make me Get this paper up, it's the only way You gon' eat food, have a place to stay You tell me 'How the fuck is you gon' make it?!' If you starve, then you're cold and your ass is butt-naked You see You know me, I keep the dough pildin' Nice and neat, low key, I'm lounging We turned up in the Street you get found in Same spot you was tryna wild out in.. From Letras Mania