| You already know the deal
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| You niggas know what I dealt, let just be for real
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| and while you at it young you just keep your artist still
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| and peel the rap off the blocks like a banana peel
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| Tell me can ya see the flake, one glance of that glitter make ya wanna shake
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| Adrenaline, rushing blood flowing through your veins
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| when you close your eyes at night do you be seeing things
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| 'cause nigga I was seeing things
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| At least a hundred at a time, and that’s on everything
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| Magic city one-twelve, let me reminisce
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| A nigga must-a miss something how did it come to this
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| You got niggas runnin' round like they run the town
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| Dope game, game over, jizzle’s on the map
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| Now watch me cock it right back and hit a home run
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| Enough bricks at one time to build a home, son.
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| They like god damn young, boy, you on one
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| everybody talkin' bricks but they don’t own none
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| What ya niggas know about counting millions
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| The only place there ain’t money is on the ceilin'
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| Now count it up, count it up, count it up, count it up
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| Take it all out your pocket, count it up, count it up
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| Now count it up, count it up, count it up, count it up
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| Pull it all out your pocket count it up, count it up
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| I’m goin' in, fuck it, I’m goin' in
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| I was just about to check up the top let’s begin,
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| Let the room start to fill up with smoke no inhalin',
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| I turn it forward into a nine I’ll be in heaven,
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| You leave here and get caught with this nine I’ll be a felon,
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| I ain’t the one for doing no time just know I’m bellin'
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| The government don’t really approve of what I’m selling,
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| Get jammed up we all know the rules, there’s no tellin'
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| Even though I came to bring you the word, I’m no reverend
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| Just a casualty in the game more like a veteran
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| Ask me do I no treat babes and them cookies
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| Got fifteen hundred and dimes when we was rookies
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| And tell me how I go up to at least thirty (?)
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| Just one for the niggas out here, doing they thing
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| Every day riskin it all deep in the game
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| Ain’t about to ask a nigga for shit, I feel the same
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| They like god damn young, boy, you on one
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| everybody talkin' bricks but they don’t own none
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| What ya niggas know about counting millions
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| The only place there ain’t money is on the ceilin'
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| Now count it up, count it up, count it up, count it up,
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| Take it all out your pocket, count it up, count it up
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| Now count it up, count it up, count it up, count it up,
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| Pull it all out your pocket count it up, count it up |