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Regulate
DJ Kay Slay, Jadakiss, Lloyd Banks, Joell Ortiz, Meet Sims
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Yeah, yeah, please don't make us have to regulate
Please don't make us have to regulate
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I ain't thinkin' 'bout them bitches, on the road to the riches
And I'm focused on my mission, I'm a rider with ambition
I don't talk, I just listen, that's the reason why I'm different
Always yes for my niggas, ain't no maybe or no iffin'
Niggas know that I let it go, I ain't with the riffin'
I got dope if you shootin', I got powder if you sniffin'
Mix the sour with the piff and a coward if you snitchin'
Couple hours you'll be missin', this is our tradition
I got bars, I got hooks, be with stars, be with crooks
I buy watches and cars and I read a lot of books
I can sell damn near anything, I never did a jux
And it's born alone, die alone, I was never shook, nah
Work and play is somethin' that I separate
And when it's cash time, I ain't never late
Ha, that's 'cause I'm tryna be forever straight
Come to the hood and check out how I regulate
Yeah, yeah, please don't make us have to regulate
Please don't make us have to regulate
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Please don't make us have to regulate
Please don't make us have to regulate
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, murder through your stereo, representin' the bricks
Called my name in the game years ago, rappers dead in the mix
Bet it all that I knock my target down, infrared on the hit
Competition layin' with chalk around, gettin' bread on the flip
Shot from the bottom, got off everywhere, gutta stamp from the rip
Make me a zombie out the product, another sample to sniff
Chasin' these shots with a vanilla box, couple grams for the zip
Money showers by the block, still rubber bands for the splits
Took my glory where the shorties ride, 57s, 45s
We don't let your story slide, same corner that Corny died
Bucket in my humble start, changed over to foreign drive
Born to rise, killin' em, artists gon' have to draw me fly
Authentic is all we buy, fakers sneakin', hatin', probably walkin' by
Stop holdin' your problems and we can all collide
It's in me, I was forced to shine
Dope as all these niggas comin' off combined
Multi-millions they should ever auction mine
Yeah, yeah, please don't make us have to regulate
Please don't make us have to regulate
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Please don't make us have to regulate
Please don't make us have to regulate
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, ask about ya boy Yaowa, flow been more than flawless
In the hood, a florist movin' all that flour
Sweet chicken off sour, pots boilin', ice fluffin' that powder
Go in there Johnson & Johnson, come out Dwayne Johnson in a half hour
I chop it up watchin' Power, rap money, that accountant life
Street money still amountin', right?
I don't take losses for real, you hide in
Them hills and my shooters on mountain bikes
Me and you niggas don't sound alike
I don't make all of that trap shit
This is trap shit, only time you hear
808S when we come through to clap shit
Mwah, kiss of death, limbs disconnect if you disrespect
Boy, I'll hit the ref, hit the ref?
Yeah, foul play when I lift the TEC
But I avoid drama and get the check
Fuck baby mamas and twist her neck
When you spit correct, they spit correct
Favor for favor, this shit's the best
Boy, please, this is Ortiz, they endorse me way across seas
From 4C on Fourth Street to the Four Seasons in the Northeast
To Australia with the Aussies, everything real I demonstrate
Get the record straight, all my records
Straight, this is regular how I regulate
Yeah, yeah, please don't make us have to regulate
Please don't make us have to regulate
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Please don't make us have to regulate
Please don't make us have to regulate
Yeah, yeah, yeah
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