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Bros - You'll See lyrics
(Verse One: Jadakiss)
 Yeah alright then, you better act like you know
 L to the O, X amount of flow
 Ain't nothin changed but the range
 While I got the inf dot on your head
 Take all your scrill
 Yeah I'm in it for the green
 I get up in your seams, while you sunnin me
 Like a nigga from Queens
 My tape in your duel cassette runnin me
 Wanna get in front of me player, but you can't get none of me
 Better off gunnin me with hot slugs numbin me
 Cause you and I both know the flow is comin, b
 When you want it, now or later?
 I get mijne and slide like a fresh pair of gators
 With my mega click involved with Montego bricks
 Niggas is mega sick and you know we roll mega thick
 Up north, where they bust your man
 In the custom van, interrupt your plans
 Now it's back to grams, damn, ain't that somethin?
 All that frontin, what you gonna do? Nothin
 So let's keep things rationalized
 Everything I write butta nationalized
 I'm into gettin money, twistin honeys
 Niggas is buyin Coupes while you on the stoop lookin funny
 I'm a scorer, shorty loved the whole aura
 Pussy wasn't all that, that's why i never call her
 It's all about quick flips and phat mix
 Gats with mad clips, TVs in your whips
 My style's tight like Gotti when I cut you
 Ceasar Picati or Versace joints with the buckle
 Get the facts, I'm tryna get the Beamer with the hatch-
 Top on for my man, so our shits match
 Runnin 'round all crazy, twistin honeys back
 And breakin niggas that come together with small stacks
 Really though, screw yah, I never knew yah
 Your click be like yellow lights, I'm runnin through yah
(Chorus)
 Bad Boy, Bad Boy, whatcha gonna do?
 Watcha gonna do when we come for you?
 You'll see, heh heh heh heh heh, you'll see (x2)
(Verse 2: Sheek Lucion)
 Hard as it is to make a buck, I ain't tryna get stuck
 So I'ma keep handlin beef like i don't give a fuck
 It's all about respect, tec-9's, and papes
 Big house in Italy and a yard where honeys crushin grapesBros - You'll See - http://motolyrics.com/bros/youll-see-lyrics.html
 So I get down in my steamroom and give a long prayer
 Knowin one day that I'll be Sheek Lucion the mayor
 Fatigued out in my house or office
 Blunt spots and crooked cops can't talk shit so the town support this
 My staff rollin in Jags, Cruisers, and Coupes
 Givin parades, and holdin rallies for the lifers' group
 So what you gonna do when we come for you?
 The same thing you been doin, house brewin
 And bubble gum chewin while me and my mans is pursuin
 Who you think the latest is in Hampton?
 Rockin bansons, while I'm dancin, in the mansion
 So cheers to the life of the ice in your chains and your watches
 And you'll see how we Lox this
(Chorus)
 Bad Boy, Bad Boy, whatcha gonna do?
 Watcha gonna do when we come for you?
 You'll see, heh heh heh heh heh, you'll see (x2)
(Verse 3: Notorious BIG)
 Niggas talkin it, but ain't livin it
 Crystal pop, I'm sippin it, mob hats and lizard shit
 They the chumps bitch
 Rollin blunts with the Willy-est of the Willy
 Hits like cops, them ones with 9-mili
 Stories like a motherfucker
 Model bitch is wonderin if I'ma fuck with her
 She know, I treat my bitches like Ivana
 Dolce & Cabana drippin, Big Poppa never slippin
 E-class, diamonds, shinin
 Dinner with wife, winin and dinin
 Smokin cigars in Bogata
 With Colombian niggas named Panama and Enrique and shit
 Games we play, life endin
 Bitches bendin over with ease, for a pair of Moschino jeans
 And Donna Karen tank top, I got your bank stock
 Singles on top, benjamins under the rest of them
 Advancin from duplex to mansion
 Stashin keys, hidin g's overseas
 VCR's in my V's, game elevate
 Money I make into stocks and real estate, bitch
 Jet skiin in the Carribean
 White sands, discussin plans with my man
 Dark blue Land, smoke jet, chrome rims
 With a system that leave my rear views tremblin
 Whatcha gon do when Poppa ctach your attitude?
 Drop to your knees and show gratitude
 Kiss my ring, it's a Frank White thing, I stay potent
 Bitches devoted, take my dick and deep throat it








