| Uh, Def Jam
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| Uh, Ruff Ryders
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| My nigga TP
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| Creep with me!
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| Why is it every move I make turns out to be a bad one?
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| Where’s my guardian angel? |
| Need one, wish I had one
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| I’m right here, shorty, and I’ma hold you down
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| You tryin' to fuck all these bitches? |
| I’ma show you how
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| But who??? |
| Name’s D like you, but my friends call me Damien
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| And I’ma put you hip to somethin' about this game we in
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| You and me could take it there, and you’ll be
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| The hottest nigga ever livin' That’s a given? |
| You’ll see
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| Hmm, that’s what I’ve been wantin' all my life
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| Thinkin' about my little man so I call my wife
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| Well, your dada is about to make it happen
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| (What you mean, my nigga?) I’m about to make it rappin'
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| Today I met this cat, he said his name was Damien
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| He thinks that we’re a lot alike and wants to be my friend
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| (You mean like Chuckie?) Ha ha, yeah, just like Chuckie
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| (Dada, looks like we’re both lucky) Yeah
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| The snake, the rat, the cat, the dog
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| How you gonna see him if you livin' in the fog?
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| The snake, the rat, the cat, the dog
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| How you gonna see him if you livin' in the fog?
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| Hey yo, D. Whattup, D? |
| You’s a smooth nigga
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| I seen you when nobody knew who pulled the trigger
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| Yeah, you know, it’s always over dough
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| You sure? |
| I coulda swore it was over a ho?
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| Nah, nah, that ain’t my style. |
| Nigga, you stay frontin'
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| But you’re still my man, and I ain’t gonna say nothin'
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| Got some weed? |
| Go 'head, smoke it! |
| Go 'head, drink it!
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| Go 'head and fuck shorty! |
| You know I can keep a secret (aight)
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| I’m about to have you drivin', probably a Benz
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| But we gotta stay friends: blood out, blood in
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| Sounds good to me, fuck it, what I got to lose?
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| Hmm, nothin' I can think of, any nigga would choose
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| Got me pushin' the whips, takin' trips across seas
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| Pockets stay laced, nigga, I floss G’s
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| For that nigga I would bleed, give him my right hand
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| Now that I think about it… yo, that’s my man!
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| The snake, the rat, the cat, the dog
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| How you gonna see him if you livin' in the fog?
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| The snake, the rat, the cat, the dog
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| How you gonna see him if you livin' in the fog?
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| You like how everything is goin'? |
| You like what I gave ya?
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| You know if you was goin' down I’d be the one to save ya
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| But yo, I need a favor, these cats across town hate me
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| Plus their behavior hasn’t been too good lately
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| What? |
| Anything for you, dog, where them niggas at?
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| 38th from Broadway. |
| Aight, let me get the gat
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| Run up on 'em strapped, bust off caps in four niggas
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| Laid low for 'bout a month then killed two more niggas
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| Now I’m ready to chill, but you still want me to kill
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| Look at what I did for you! |
| Dog, come on, keep it real!
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| Aight, fuck it, I’ma do it, who is it this time?
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| Hey yo, remember that kid Sean you used to be with in '89?
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| Naw, that’s my man! |
| I thought I was your man?
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| But yo, that’s my nigga! |
| Hey, who’s your biggest fan?
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| Either do it or give me your right hand, that’s what you said
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| I see now ain’t nothin' but trouble ahead
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| The snake, the rat, the cat, the dog
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| How you gonna see him if you livin' in the fog?
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| The snake, the rat, the cat, the dog
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| How you gonna see him if you livin' in the fog?
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| In the fog, the fog, livin' in the fog
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| How you gonna see him if you livin' in the fog?
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| How you gonna see him if you livin' in the fog?
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| The snake, the rat, the cat, the dog
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| To be continued, mothafuckas! |