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Ay yo listen, I blow the spot hot, chicks I only get withMy nigga says, ?Got me shit, to help me spit with?Me and my crew, man, we don't got the same dimesDon't got the same style, don't got the same rhymesAy yo, this shit is major, blow my cell and pagerSay, ?I love but hate ya, love my cousin Hasha?I'm in the strap game tight, I'm in the mix of thingsAy yo this spot here is only for the folks who cameWhy were the niggas talkin'? You better keep on walkin'You reppin' Queens nigga, I'm reppin' East New YorkWe keep the blunts sparkin' keep all the bitches talkin'Stop all the yappin' nigga, before you in a coffinYo why you startin' Cheeks and then I stop to coughOn this track like a newborn orphan, I stay boss faceUp in the club flossin' with Dave ChanelI just met him but I be tossin'Yo before this niggas did it I had to Yankee fit itWith the black bandannas, yo this shit bananasThey think they doin' them, they really doin' meThey think they doin' are O L Q L EThey need to knock it off, I got the bank tightLetras de cancionesAy yo I'm back up in this game as if I'm Frank WhiteIt's time to give it to these niggas, kid it's really timeNo doubt you gettin' burned, you need to learn to rhymeFuck from a dummy nigga, it's nothin' funny niggaWe rockin' gold fronts way before cash money niggaThe wife beat if off, I keeps the heater warmYou thought G was gone and now you see it's onI keep it really raw, that's how we give it to 'emI'm holdin' down my G's we need to get to doin'I got these kids growin', at least they right behind meI live in 2 0 7, East New York you know where to find meAy yo let's get this money, let's stash some real estateNo doubt I feel the love, no doubt I feel the hateIt's no stopping us, some corny niggas hatin' usWho pushin' us back to back, who skatin' usOn twenty inches now, with my tens downI push a truck now, don't give a fuck nowI got my ho with me, she wanna roll with meYou wanna smoke with me? Well, bitch roll up with meYo, I keep it low key, the whole world know meI put a lot of niggas on, niggas owe meNiggas know how I get down, how I doI know I bit off more than I could fuckin' chewAy yo I hit you nigga, never forget you niggaDynamic duo, you's a slim grim, I'm holy chuluThe greatest tag team ever, got our shit togetherYo I'm a field jacket, yo I'm a butter leatherThat's how we make a hood Queens, BrooklynOnce again shit is on, can we goneC'mon, c'mon From Letras Mania