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[Intro: E-Snaps]
Aww, man, yeah, Lenox Ave. Boyz Aww, man, come on, yea, yeah, yo [E-Snaps] You doin` what you doin`, let`s get it Starvin` and you robbin`, and you catch a nigga slippin`, best get `em Hit `em where the good Lord split him Introduce myself, go booth yourself In the far left lane, and I`m, hydro planed And I`m, slingin` my `caine, don`t care how you feel Checkin` out the truck, check the wheels Wanna get fucked, bitch kneel, let me splash in your grill Who but me? Muthafuckin` right, get it right Papi of this motherfuckin` thing, truck tight Rollin` with my niggaz, we ain`t lookin` for no fights Now pop one in your head, that`s all she said It`s time to get head in my Mercedes-Benz Chipped up and I ain`t even talkin` bout my jams Clipped up, so any nigga frontin`, gettin` banned Give `em all ten in his chin, I`m all in [Chorus 4X: Meeno] Move back, move back, you can`t fuck with me, huh I`m from the click called N.I.B [Meeno] Next up, I believe that`s me Meeno, get it right, no descrempancy Always keep a weapon, see, run it ground Worth of stones, nothin` less on me, why you stress on me Niggaz mad cause I stretch my D., ya`ll dudes want my recipe? Here`s what ya`ll do, hit the lab, write an album or two Then I might let you sign my shoe, that`s just how I do Everybody sayin`, boy too souped up Nah, I`m just hot, plus Bentley Coup`d up Who put, you too busy holdin` the stoupe up Ya`ll fault your broke, and not mine, stupe`a I`m like Juve`, I need it in my life Got fifty birds flyin` in, later on tonight Rock and I hustle, so I get paid twice Life is a gamble boy, roll your dice [Chorus 4X] [Tony Wink] Who you know spit flows, get dough like I In the L.A.B.`s, motherfucker, no lie Hit the links I`ve seen, back in late `95 Had to wait for two nine, rockin` and clickin` on both sides Of course we gon` ride, ride over the competition The real has arrived, ya`ll bitch niggaz is finished All I gotta do is Nextel tag my lieutenant Your whole click will get toe tagged tagged in two minutes This to them fools thinkin` they gon` catch the God slippin` I`m always on point and I`m always packin` my weapon You see me in the club, believe me, I got the tech in I slipped the DJ a guard, you slipped it in with the records Either you love it or hate it, but bet you gon` respect it Rainbow glow, when the lights hit off the necklace I`m what you can`t be, young, black, rich, and wreckless It`s the god free, and L.A.B.`s, one two, check it [Chorus 2X] [Interlude: Jae Millz] Remix! Huh, yeah, it`s 101, what? You know what it is when you hear that, Harlem Fix ya face or smacked in it, Harlem Harlem, right here, Harlem You gon` stupid if you don`t bounce to this man You gonna only look like a hater, huh-huh Lenox Ave. Boyz, what up, it`s only right They know what it is, man, remix [Jae Millz] Move back, its no touchin` me, I`m from that place called NYC H Dub to the death, and I don`t give a fuck what party it is I`m still in the club wearin` sweats (hah) Milk ears with the money colored check Ill two step, blowin` dubs with the best Live life, most hated, with my Lenox Ave. Boyz Remix, Move Back, with Grease providing all the noise Huh, your home boy game so raw And I ain`t even gotta say my name no more Haters wanna give my name to the law But punchin` and kickin`, to kick us all, they can blame you for Might catch me in the `Lac with Snaps Or lightin` sticky green `dro, with Wink and Meeno You from the hood and you ain`t no coward, well me neither And before you step on my sneaker, I really think you need to (move back, move back) [Drag-On] This your boy to the dash Same nigga, no talkin`, just result to the mass I stab niggaz, throw the hawk in the trash Peroxide my bullets, give the burners a bath Three fifty Z, burnin` the Ave I`m old school, I still got the fiends burnin` the glass I pull the pump off my waist, and dumb in your face I`m a little bit too hard for the radios to play I still can spit eighty miles an hour in a verse And my Coupe go eighty miles an hour in reverse I let my tool go, ya`ll niggaz just studio killas Nigga, I`mma killa in the studio I got guns that`ll hollow a wall Point it to your jaw, make you swallow it all Ya`ll niggaz want hardcore? What the fuck you think the R, and Full Surface and D-Block is for? [Cardan] They ask, who`s that, that`s P-Cardi And what he in, what he in, he in a Fer-rari You know I`m strapped, you know I`m strapped, I got the heat on me And what I`m wearin`, and what I`m wearin`, a long Bigari Thinkin` I`m Joe Clark, nigga, try to `lean on me` But if he is, like Biggie said, `he gon` bleed` Niggaz ain`t hard, niggaz heart full of creatine But go against that, green, I go against your, brain And don`t fuck with me and the kid, I`ve been a daddy all my life No `dro, we gon` blow that alley all day, say what Act stupid, we gon` it crackin` here tonight Greasin`, Meen` on the front, with Snappy on my right If rap don`t work, nigga, we go to the kitchen Those ain`t hoes, so then you know we ain`t pimpin` I`m on, my toes, so nigga, no, I ain`t slippin` Too close, hold somethin`, or now I know Cardy didn`t [Terra Blacks] And if he know, what keep me little Think you know, I think it later See me, and my guns come to, just like a waiter You up north, singin` just like Anita Baker Make up your mind, then come and ready, feen to meet your maker The man that laugh last, will surely laugh harder Me have a gonna shut up and eat bars, and all of the prankster With them and I for black gangster (huh, I`m from the click called N.I.B.) [Ol` Dirty Bastard] But drunk, when he hop inside, in the club gettin` tired Bitches scatter all around me, ready to excite it All these kittens got me flea bitten, eatin` out my mitten I`m comin` off top, my moves are unwritten Now slitter to the snake, in the spring time wither But strong on my own, Wu-Tang, I`m forever Women desirin`, jobs is hiring Money admiring, never keep tiring Rhymin` ain`t nothin`, the easiest job ever And I`m doing mine, holdin` it together While money quadruple, from playin` the cripple Drinkin` from a titty nipple, sippin` on ripple Blunt keep on flippin`, from keep gettin` dippin` The mic I`m rippin`, the record skippin` The pussy drippin`, the wet got me slippin` The bitch I`m strippin`, I`m platinum shippin` [Chorus 4X]
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