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Fat Joe - The Cypher Lyrics




[Intro:]
That nigga Diamond D threw me the Louie
Yo nigga let's just go off on this bitch right here man, classy shit
Go in no punches no nothing man
No type of shit like that
Let's go
Cypher style
Uh yea

[Verse 1:]
Now check it out I'll kill yo baby in yo baby carriage
Plus a shotgun at yo wedding, that's a perfect marriage
Pray to God a nigga can't sell G in his ride
Hit him with that brrrap, practicing yo grind
This that cocaine rap, blood on the dope
I see zombies in the trap next to phantoms in the doche
Pussy on the pole
Profit is an option when you grew up on the stove and your pops was never home uh
We mix the heroin with the tranquilizer nigga
All that's missing is the deal that's emphasizing nigga
Chunky toppin the back like a cloud scale
Throwin niggas off the boat like clientele
I'm the top deck off the coast of Tropez
Spillin corn shit, some tails just to drop pads
High times, pull the mack, fully loaded chrome
Rolling stones on the cover of that Rolling Stone

[Interlude:]
Aye you did shit on crack
You know?
Go Nicky Shades
Yuh yuh
Hit them niggas with that shit man
Diamond D on the track

[Verse 2:]
First of all I wanna thank my connect
For putting on game and always being on deck
Young Cuban so I had to get the link up on my neck
Then I leave the homie crack to make this money manifest
Architect the many schemes with the intended dividends
To come direct to my direction type of shit once you come in
My formula's immaculate
Net worth the same
I'm slinging shit the mess is one monkey and lift it by the hip
My niggas always packin pistols, wanna trick to be my guest
Blaw and then we disappear with pure finesse
And bitches like Montana tryna end up more like Sosa
So I gambled with the cold cuts and my cash will run it over
Got so many stash plus my G
Moet in the boat, erratically say disable
I only f*ck how you feel
And I'm a keep stackin a stack and make this paper for real
From they county to the box and tryna come up for real
Plus girls a super bombed piff to reach away
How your conscience used a ruby from us blazer to my light in the darkness

[Outro:]
Alright
Yo Nick Nick Nick
Chill chill nigga
Chill nigga
Man, they'd go forever bruh
Aye!
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[Intro:]
That nigga Diamond D threw me the Louie
Yo nigga let's just go off on this bitch right here man, classy shit
Go in no punches no nothing man
No type of shit like that
Let's go
Cypher style
Uh yea

[Verse 1:]
Now check it out I'll kill yo baby in yo baby carriage
Plus a shotgun at yo wedding, that's a perfect marriage
Pray to God a nigga can't sell G in his ride
Hit him with that brrrap, practicing yo grind
This that cocaine rap, blood on the dope
I see zombies in the trap next to phantoms in the doche
Pussy on the pole
Profit is an option when you grew up on the stove and your pops was never home uh
We mix the heroin with the tranquilizer nigga
All that's missing is the deal that's emphasizing nigga
Chunky toppin the back like a cloud scale
Throwin niggas off the boat like clientele
I'm the top deck off the coast of Tropez
Spillin corn shit, some tails just to drop pads
High times, pull the mack, fully loaded chrome
Rolling stones on the cover of that Rolling Stone

[Interlude:]
Aye you did shit on crack
You know?
Go Nicky Shades
Yuh yuh
Hit them niggas with that shit man
Diamond D on the track

[Verse 2:]
First of all I wanna thank my connect
For putting on game and always being on deck
Young Cuban so I had to get the link up on my neck
Then I leave the homie crack to make this money manifest
Architect the many schemes with the intended dividends
To come direct to my direction type of shit once you come in
My formula's immaculate
Net worth the same
I'm slinging shit the mess is one monkey and lift it by the hip
My niggas always packin pistols, wanna trick to be my guest
Blaw and then we disappear with pure finesse
And bitches like Montana tryna end up more like Sosa
So I gambled with the cold cuts and my cash will run it over
Got so many stash plus my G
Moet in the boat, erratically say disable
I only f*ck how you feel
And I'm a keep stackin a stack and make this paper for real
From they county to the box and tryna come up for real
Plus girls a super bombed piff to reach away
How your conscience used a ruby from us blazer to my light in the darkness

[Outro:]
Alright
Yo Nick Nick Nick
Chill chill nigga
Chill nigga
Man, they'd go forever bruh
Aye!
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

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