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Mega:

It's Damu love, Dipset till we ride

As long as you and I keep it movin' like a ol' key or

Maybe a OZ or duckin' the police or

Killa general, Capo killin' them O.G's and



You may see May bandana'd down wit Juelz and two girl up in Camden Town

When the fans around

Mail groupies, get a missile from the cannon round

And I'm old school like Kangoo

Tool erupt too, number 1 stunna, scout bunna up in bamboo

Back to the U.K. where Dame was over

S.A.S. been bunnin' like a waste disposer

And the boy street credible, we silly wit' rhymes

Wit' a voice that compare the dude to Biggie and Shyne

If I rap about it now, then I'd get it later

Flip a couple O's, you damn right I'll save it up

I'll show you how to do this man

(This is Roc-A-Fella for life)



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Jay-Z:

This cru love, Roc-A-Fella til we die

As long as you and I keep it movin' like a drive-by

We can stack dough sky high

NIggaz can't touch what they can't feel

Real recognize real

(Repeat)



Ay yo we true 5's, this is true life

So it's only right that I give my cru love

You wanna disrespect, you can get a few slugs

Twist ya neck, wit the Tech, lick you with that new snub

Think I'm playin' around, I'm sprayin' around

The K or the pound, when its gon' stay in ya crown

This war scrap, get ya jaw cracked, stay on the ground

The .4 clap, like a doormat, I'm laying you down

Who want, trouble with me, frontin' like you bubblin' keys

5, you ain't even doublin' cheese

Since I got my face cut tryna tussle with thieves

I let my bullets wanna bubba like the WB

So get 9-11 I aint talkin bout them Porsches

Since you get wit the bosses, shit is makin' me nauseous

So I'm a harmless thug when I ride through

Had that nigga throwin' up Blood like Piru

Try, try who, you'll get hit bad

Leave ya white tee same color as my Dip flag

Eastside, Woo Woo



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