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{"{"}Verse 1: Tree}
Made money, watch for the cops that go a hundred, crazy summer
Moved on up, Fivers are on it, that or a shooter
Who I'm around, Larry Hoovers want a new block
These is the projects, let me screw you top of the day
Thermometer hot, *****s a shoot bruh and be up
More gunshots than in Fallujah, call it Chiraq
Hundred-g lines, no time to lye back want a Maybach
Get a real junkie to test the product, hold down your spot
Warm up the pot, let it rock up, stay on your grind
Get that **** jumpin', start off with dimes and on the week days
Take 25 give 'em all 3 bags
Within a week you're gettin' money, the clich茅
Come through bumpin' your head and he say
They all say that he paid
And now people wondering what he made
And if you're weak eh, can he be robbed, beast hey
Now he gotta go Mobb Deep on me
{"{"}Hook: Ghostface Killah} (x2)
Street knowledge, we puttin' these books to the test
We puttin' two to the chest for *****s who rock vests
Food for thought, spittin' out verbs for sport
In these streets you better walk the walk or come up short
{"{"}Verse 2: Ghostface Killah}
Don't let your mouth get you oxed up, boxed up in the cage
On some bruja ****, *****es burning bundles of sage
Your crack rock too pure, they gonna set you up
Chain too big on your neck, they calling you King Tut
Trust no one whose sweat bands is narc IDs
And run for the hills, if you hear anybody yell, freeze
Stash your cheese better, them shoe boxes don't work
That's some old school ****, like money in the mattress
*****es is actresses, just screw 'em and leave
They **** up your whole operation like Adam and Eve
Don't play the roof tops, change the color of your blue tops
And them bags with the smiley faces, get new stocks
You can't run in skinny jeans, serve fiends by any means
Sprinkle coke in the dust blunt to spice up your greens
This the school of street gems from your boy Tony Yano
You wanna check for it *****, slide across the Verrazano
{"{"}Hook} (x2)
Street knowledge, we puttin' these books to the test
We puttin' two to the chest for *****s who rock vests
Food for thought, spittin' out verbs for sport
In these streets you better walk the walk or come up short
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