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DJ Clue F/ Cam'Ron, Charlie Baltimore, Lil' Cease Miscellaneous Your Last Time Breathin' Uh, this for all my niggas What...all my niggas Uhh, my Nrooklyn niggas Uhh wha, my Uptown niggas Uhh wha, my Junior niggas Uhh, yo yo yo yo Verse One: Lil' Cease There's only noe Lil' Ceaser Who can touch ya who tease ya Cruise around the world, tease her with my Visa Now you're askin' me, the questions and lies I'll tell ya neither, but betta be a believer Ceaser Leo believe ya Iced out, me and Kim rockin' at the White House See if you can handle this pressure with the lights out I'm catchin' flights out, D-rockin' plus I'm trifed out Brooklyn Mint hats and sweatas, with the nights out Did that, it's all about the break like the Kit Kat That kid got, players from Brooklyn that get chicks black I meant that, you like the way Ceaser Leo spit that It's a trip that, you niggas had to kill B.I.G. to get back But I sit back and hope that crack See I don't smoke that, it's too many black folks With street dreams wanna blow back Cease aloupe that, I rock a show and hope you know that And rock a party, and rock a body Just to help my dough stack Chorus You can put your army against my team and I guarantee it will be your very last time breathin' You can put your army against my team and I guarantee it will be your very last time breathin' Verse Two: Camron Uhh, I dare you and the men tryers Mersadies Benz buyers, chromed rhime tires O-D like limp buyers, gun sticky handles Tricky bandels, shit we ran through And I'ma drink until I catch a plate of Mickey Mantle With the Land through, then I'm storm out with my coins out Crispy Sandels, don't like it, well damn you Ya know how Cam do, mess around and slam you All about respect now, check ya on black nail Then we bring the text down, head trek now Last year I closed the Rec down With me and the click, I bring the slicks Nicks Peepin' the chips, uhh get open off the factory dips And he sportin' on the back of the whip That cat Un, like the Acelney whip Stack chips, twin match on his tip And it's Undertainment, formely Undeas We all gon' squeezers, problem, come see us Chorus You can put your army against my team and I guarantee it will be your very last time breathin' You can put your army against my team and I guarantee it will be your very last time breathin' Verse Three: Charli Baltimore Yo, it's my family, keeps me runnin' like car fluid Call me bitch, put the "R" to it Take the "TC" from it, see we done it Birds hummin', we heard dem Comenses, stay Emmy, so I made it from it Fool never heard of them, I'm Charli, ya Harely Half of any chick that I ball wit', spoil wit' I rock brand new, as my whole click and quite well Ya sell stills Bell A-T-L, we might grow tell Have vicious on ya Miyell, but play these skills right Got to give me credit like Mase T's, and face-ti Last Dons, comense status, only trees we smoke B-Palms And S-Classes, burn rubber in a 420 Abosrb money, the glamerous fam Rock Versace like my man and watch me CB rap Debouitont, any flow you want I'll arrange it, rocks style, change it Any time, keep in mind Charli Baltimore for Undertainment, we're the famous Chorus You can put your army against my team and I guarantee it will be your very last time breathin' You can put your army against my team and I guarantee it will be your very last time breathin' |
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