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I used to cop in Harlem all of my Dominicano's right there up on Broadway pull me back to that McDonald's Took it to my stashbox 560 State St catch me in the kitchen like a Simmons with them Pastry's Cruisin' down 8th St off white Lexus...

me why) Goes out, to everyone, that has lost someone That they truly loved (c'mon, check it out) Seems like yesterday we used to rock the show I laced the track, you locked the flow So far from hangin' on the block for dough Notorious...

Please stick to the rivers and the lakes that You're used to I know that you're gonna have it your way Or nothing at all...too fast Little precious has a natural obsession For temptation but he just can't see She gives him loving that...

enough for her Now he's a super star Slammin' on his guitar Does your pretty face see what he's worth? Sorry, girl, but you missed out Well, tough, luck that boy's mine now We are more than just good friends This is how the story ends...