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I'm on my way to the Dec to hit Jazzy Tee's, holla!!! [P. Diddy] Aiyyo I'm from New York man! I'm from New York! Representin N.Y.C. to the fullest Where

Asia If your girl keep coming around them I'm a blaze her I'm the Bad Boy flavor, light blue gators Not guilty and I'm filthy, c'mon Make this money,

'm off my job But I'm on like Chris when he popped his 'cuz Thinkin' them slugs'll fly Call me P.C Tempers feelin', I peel Look how I'm killin' the wheel

C'mon, c'mon, yeah, c'mon, yeah Uh, oh (Uh, oh, oh, oh, oh) Uh, oh (Uh, oh, oh, oh, oh) Uh, oh (Uh, oh, oh, oh) Oh, oh The parties where you're at then

up out of that grave, wipin' the dirt, cleanin' my shirt They thought I'd make another illmatic But it's always forward, I'm movin' Never backwards stupid here's another classic C

Flippin them whip and I'm wing-clippin them lip cause I'm cold sick of them Much quicker than them lyrically trickin and my Tribe be on a Quest like Tip and them

And then I quickly pick the target off Like volleyball, I'm a serve 'em, And being fake is pussy so nigga, I'm a virgin Dr. Carter, tell them bitches I'm

em I'm kinda hopin' that maybe you wanna kick it in the L.A.C. So later on we'll be rollin' Drop-tops I'm hittin yo' hot spots I'm top notch My niggaz