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Too Hot Testo
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Intro: DJ scratching]
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Niggas bit off Nas shit - Ghostface Killah
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Admit it, you bit it - G. Dep
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Niggas bit off Nas shit, niggas, niggas, bit off, Nas shit - Ghostface Killah
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Admit if, you bit it, bit it - G. Dep
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(Repeat)
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[Verse 1 - 50 Cent]
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You can be a ridah and ride, or a coward and hide
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Either way you go against me, you still gon die
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I got four macs, a few nines, I'm ready for beef
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You wanna talk, it ain't about money, then let it be brief
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I need a drop for when it's a hot, a hummer for when it's cold
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An ill attorney's in my corner when these fake niggas fold
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The shit I kick fu*kwith niggas mentally, makes them wanna mention me
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And see me doing a quarter century in the penitentiary
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Nastradamus predicted 50's the future, that's a fact money
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I run up on your workers with the mac, like where that pack money
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I'm a tell ya'll what Papi told me
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I got what you need, 19,5 a key
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I stay catching a stunt, frontin' in somethin' mean
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And I'll clap any nigga for the right amount of cream
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Run up on them all with the same problem solver
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Beat up ass, tape on the handle, trey eight revolver. What!
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[Chorus]
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Projects too hot, niggas better hope we never hit rock
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Cause then we gonna run up in your spot
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Screamin' get the fu*kon the floor, give us the Ro'
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(Repeat)
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[Verse 2 - Nature]
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Aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo
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I'm like Sugar Shane Mosley, it ain't no beef
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You're staring, a ticket holder that sits in row three
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Next to Ron Artest and Kobe
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Yo I woulda went pro too, then I let them phillies slow me
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I'm like a black man's asthma, seeking a pump
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Breathin' deeper when I'm creeping up
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Ya'll need to fu*kwith the tightest, I stick niggas
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Ensevilitus, leavin' whole families in silence
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My virus is obvious, past on to most rap fiends
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Un cured, ain't no vaccine
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Last seen at the automatic teller machine, maxing out
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Or in the studio booth, blacking out
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It's Con Ed style, real twisted, I disappear on some Blair Witch shit
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Comin' back I'm rich kid
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Either or, you can't stop me with my feet in the door
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Or walk away from the street or the morgue, play your part nigga.
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[Chorus - Last line cut off]
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Niggas bit off Nas - Ghostface Killah
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Admit it, you bit it - G. Dep
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Tell these niggas somethin' God - Ghostface Killah
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[Verse 3 - Nas]
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What, yo
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I disturb niggas and white boys, with five pointed stars
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Tatted on they arms, pimp your moms, like I'm Magic Don Juan
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From Queens to Hong Kong, weed in the bong
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We smoke that, leave our minks on the coat rack
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Those that plot on me, nine times outta ten the nine is on me
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Feds search the God, but nothin' they find on me
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When I rap don't wait to clap applaud sooner
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Unless you hate a nigga like George Bush Jr., I bring awkward to you
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Porsche maneuvers thru the city like New York sewers
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Stinkin' up the air, Central Park, horse manure
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Rims is 22 inches, Benz suspensions
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22 inch dick when I'm pimpin'
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Impotent you niggas get me sick, wanna be soundin' like
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You knowin' my arithmetic, but we don't sound alike
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50 Cent with Braveheart-ed, we ride to the grave depart us
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You fake niggas imitate what I started, let's go
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[Intro - Once]
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[Chorus]
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