Interlude Lyrics

-Sup niggas? Aye niggas living you aight? Everything good out here?-Uh huh-What's up baby?-Goog, good, good. How you feeling?-Chilling-Got that money for me man? I gotta make moves-Yeah I got it-Aight-But not all of it-What you mean, you ain't finished?-I got robbed yo-Got robbed around the block. Around the block man-The f*ck you mean you got robbed man? Who robbed you?-Come on man, that nigga Duff-That nigga Duff? This nigga Duff run up on you man, and take your shit?-And my piece man-You had your f*cking gun on you man? What the f*ck is wrong with ya'll niggas? Ya'll niggas standing out here like Three Stooges of Harlem or som'n B? You gon' let this nigga come and take your shit, ain't you a motherf*cking man? You gon' let another man take your shit B? You done lost your privilege of getting any money man, until you show me where that man is at. 'Till you find that man you dead up here man. You dead man, aight? You hear what the f*ck I'm saying man? Now get the f*ck off my stoop man. Go 'head man, go find that man B. Go find him B, 'less you like being broke nigga. Go this way man. Aye, man go this way man. Go that way man. Them niggas don't seem to understand me out here B. Nobody playing games on these streets. Ya'll niggas better hold it down out here, aight? Ya'll niggas gon' be looking work in motherf*cking Queens or some shit like that. It's Harlem man. Ya'll niggas better hold it down B

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