| I’m the realest motherfucker that I know
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| Wasn’t always the case, guess a nigga had to grow
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| I do it all for love, if I pull it ain’t for show
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| But i know these sucka niggas will so I gotta keep it close
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| I’d rather pool parties in a mansion full of hoes
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| And they love to hit the mirror in the bathroom just to pose
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| The game is full of fuck niggas, hope they get exposed
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| If we ain’t with apropos
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| He keep a long nose, he relentless, rose from the trenches
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| The big body benzs' never been an apprentice
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| Preying on my foes through the scopes and the lenses
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| Came a long way from selling dope, jumping fences
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| That’s what i’m entrenched with, you’ll never see a gimmick
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| When it’s me, its authentic, I don’t feel the need to mimic at all
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| 'cause my character speaks louder than my words will
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| And gossip moves faster than your hearse will
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| Yea I see you like the lights off
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| Oh you like living with that mask on
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| Fuck all the bullshit show me passion
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| Money, power, I want it all
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| Yea I see you like the lights off
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| Can’t believe it took me this long
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| Have you forgotten where you come from
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| Money, power, I want it all
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| Countless studio hours, overnight sessions
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| On the road taking showers next to 7-Elevens
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| Doing shows at them venues when no one showed up
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| Performing just for opening acts and all the promoters
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| Waking up, bright and early making your way to them radio stations
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| Standing out front with your mixtape hoping DJs would play 'em
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| Using all the dough you saved to cop some promo T-shirts
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| Remixing every hit record with a Joell Ortiz verse
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| The labels’ll take your meetings and just hurt your feelings
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| «he's overweight, he’s Puerto Rican, don’t look so appealing»
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| They crushed your dreams, got you leaving out Manhattan buildings
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| Thinking 'bout a Brooklyn way to hustle for you to feed your children
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| Put the passion got you back in the booth
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| You could’ve ripped your pad in half when they was passing on you
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| But niggas rapping whack and everything you spat is the truth
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| Blood, sweat, and tears, man that ain’t half of it dude, i’m past due
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| Yea I see you like the lights off
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| Oh you like living with that mask on
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| Fuck all the bullshit show me passion
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| Money, power, I want it all
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| Yea I see you like the lights off
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| Can’t believe it took me this long
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| Have you forgotten where you come from
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| Money, power, I want it all
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| Lining up the stash spot after rushing with a sea of niggas
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| Bound up and gagged, shot, that’s how they wanna see a nigga
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| Money make these niggas do some crazy shit
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| I’ve seen niggas step up and they shit blew, like they navy kicks
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| You are who you’re involved with, be careful when you date a bitch
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| I done seen whole empires fall from wifing up a lazy bitch
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| Wifing up a shady bitch, wifing up a bitch who wanna be famous
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| Nobody wants to see your trash on TV
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| Must be on your Brady shit, if i’m dead, the navy hit
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| If i’m lying, i’m flying, swear to god i’ve been bred this way since '86
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| Jumping in and out of different vehicles
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| We don’t get exposed, we expose, I’ll send you home to God, via soul
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| If he a killer, shoot him and he explodes
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| Bury him with his Macbook, in a deep hole if he a troll
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| Might as well act dead if you see us if we foes
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| It’s just like Master P said: «There they go, there they go»
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| Yea I see you like the lights off
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| Oh you like living with that mask on
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| Fuck all the bullshit show me passion
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| Money, power, I want it all
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| Yea I see you like the lights off
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| Can’t believe it took me this long
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| Have you forgotten where you come from
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| Money, power, I want it all
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| No more dabbling in the dope game, tryna chase major M’s
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| How can I operate in the shadows if i’m on stage with Em
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| Crime, I used to love the girl
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| Can’t keep one foot in the industry and one in the underworld
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| That’s how fans cage you in
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| I’m better with them other bars, rapping is my main event
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| The hustle was the undercard, niggas think they run the yard
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| Pulling up in them Bentleys, my connects use them as bumper cars
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| Nigga you ain’t stunting hard unless you know where them tunnels are
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| Slaughter taking the title back, white or black
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| Try to rap around me nigga my mind’ll snap like a psychopath
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| With an iron bat and a viking ax that’ll find your rat
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| Liar back, give her the 12 inches just like a vinyl rack
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| Her vagina gets spinal tapped
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| I don’t give a fuck, i’m from Long Beach (we raised different)
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| Better wear a vest on your dome piece (we aim different)
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| Niggas out here fucking with powder, meanwhile they mane snitching
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| Think about it, how you gone smell a rat, when you caine sniffin
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| What’s the purpose, I got all of my game from the niggas that built the streets
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| but they wasn’t construction workers
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| And that’s why being a crook is natural
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| Me plus the big bad ass house that equals Crooks and Castles, uh
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| Yea I see you like the lights off
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| Oh you like living with that mask on
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| Fuck all the bullshit show me passion
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| Money, power, I want it all
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| Yea I see you like the lights off
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| Can’t believe it took me this long
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| Have you forgotten where you come from
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| Money, power, I want it all |