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Correct The Beginning Lyrics
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Correct The Beginning
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Yeah, yeah What you gon' throw? What you gon' have? Doin' it like this, yeah I woke up in the morning with my dick in my hand Morning wood God damn Then I brush my teeth I take a shower, then I eat and hit the spot Put on a fresh new fit Now I'm fly walking with a bop Grab the wop Place it on my hip, never slip I heard you talking shit But when you see me have the same energy Don't answer if the call unknown Never Android I be on the iPhone I'm still the king of the underground Don't fuck around Gotta get rid of me if you want the crown Lotta' styles Before release date I get the sneakers Used to weigh my work on a scale like a Libra None of ya'll lames can fuck with Pap Call 'em savages and tell 'em that God's back I used to ride the train with a token Now I'm in the drop-top You niggas see me how I'm rolling This is where New York city begins Cuban links, Yankee fitted hats and Timbs' (drop down!) Pot holes but we still ride rims Every borough got beef, we ain't got no friends (drop down!) Dope in the rice, Uncle Bens Doing pull-ups on a pole, we ain't got no gym Out of towners tell 'em come on in Lay you in a blood pool hope you niggas can swim That that freestyle opened the door, I made an entrance Operation get hot again, my favorite mission The rappers at the top of the game afraid to listen Cause their entire discography just ain't convincing You mumble rappers ain't payed your dues, pay admission If you ain't got it just pay half, I pay the difference Gun game they play it nice, I play it wicked Niggas know I stay with the Smith like Jada Pinkett Sneaky niggas think just because they creeps They could outsmart real niggas, fuck they think I leave him laying in his wake on a Monday sleep For coming at me sideways on a oneway street Niggas think 'cause they be working out that they could bitch cats You think you could stop a bullet with your six pack And I heard he be telling Man I ain't with that He work out and he snitch Guess that make him a gym rat This is where New York city begins Cuban links, Yankee fitted hats and Timbs' (drop down!) Pot holes but we still ride rims Every borough got beef, we ain't got no friends (drop down!) Dope in the rice, Uncle Bens Doing pull-ups on a pole, we ain't got no gym Out of towners tell 'em come on in Lay you in a blood pool hope you niggas can swim
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