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Wherever I Go

Yeah, uh, it's dark outside

We still in the hood with this one, ya'll

Yeah, from the projects, slums, Fort Greene

Huh? Ain't no sun outside, never sunny where I'm from

Always grimy, yo, yo, yo, yoEveryday is a struggle, but you can catch my team hustlin' to the late night

Takin' risks, playin' dice, screamin' "We hate life!"

Gettin' this money, but we want more

I see a lot of niggas beefin', but they don't want war

I heat targets, anything you sese, rob it, got beef like the meat market

I'm clappin' captains, lieutenants, and police sergeants

I got two hoes named Denise and Margaret

They come through and finish drama after we start it

All my chicks major, I rep N.Y. like a Knick player

Get paper, split haters, I still spit and shit razors

Got eight pair of sick 'gators, five watches

Switch flavors, 50 red and blue rocks around the wrist, player

My vision is deep the Division will creep

Run up on you, start hittin' your peeps

Nigga, we ain't playin, our mission's discreet

I'm clippin' your peeps, have you missin' for weeks

To let you know we ain't playin'Olive oil and fried tomatoes and basil

I stepped in flared nasal from Hazelnut Amaretto

My watch 80 G appraisal

Plus they drop 50 G's for a RZA beat

Cherry wood, hid the receipts, presidential suites

Ice cold bottles of Cristy 'til my eyes misty

Complainin' to my lawyer how this rookie tried to frisk me

Jealous of my jeep, I gave his badge to the chief

And got his ass directin' traffic in the heat for a weekKeep comin' out your gums like loose teeth

You gonna take a 40 to the mouth and it ain't no brewski

That monitor gonna show straight lines like looseleaf

Got Up North niggas straight out the box like Lucies

Wanna shoot me? know you get a kick out of that just like Bruce Lee

Ya'll don't wanna lose teeth

Comin' all out of your face just like pimples

That thing comin' out of my waist, gotta hit you

'cause ya'll niggas ain't with it, better quit it

'Til you catch one through that man dribblin' on your fitted

That mean one through the front, through the back of the cap

Like the great Pun packin' a Mac in the back of the Ac'

You could take one, not talkin' bout a Ac'

I get cake from the fat crack bag with them packs, what?

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