| Just pour me a glass of that dark shit
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| That’s right
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| Ay pour me some of that too baby!
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| They wanna knows my role model, it’s in a brown bottle
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| Yo what’s our motherfuckin motto nigga? |
| Hennessy
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| They wanna knows my role model, it’s in a brown bottle
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| You know our motherfuckin motto (Hennessy)
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| Hahaha, y’all niggaz can’t fuck with this ol’thug shit
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| Hennessy
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| That’s what you sippin on, now what’s your name nigga?
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| Big ballin-ass nigga named 'Pac
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| Now I was born in the gutter facin life or death
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| I was a thug ever since my mama gave me breath
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| These motherfuckers wanna see me die, so who am I to try to warn 'em, I buck and bomb 'em, them niggaz fry
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| Hey, remember me? |
| Down that Hennessy
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| The nigga you don’t wanna see, let me procede
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| My definition of some thug shit, y’all don’t hear me Now that it’s poppin ain’t no love bitch
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| I maintain in the game in the gutter’s where I still kick it
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| I’m tryin to hustle up a meal ticket
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| I’m still wicked in my ways, a hustler 'til my dyin days
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| Ain’t nuttin wrong with gettin paid, so nigga blaze
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| Cause we some motherfuckin fools
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| Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggaz makin moves
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| Even the cops can’t stop us, my enemies flip
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| when they see me drink a fifth of that Hennessy
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| That’s what I’m sippin on, now let me tell 'em who I be Big ballin-ass nigga named Trice
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| Now I was born in Detroit on the side that’s West
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| Troubled child comin up I had to ride I guess
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| Tried to apply myself, them niggaz was ballin
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| My mama couldn’t tell me shit, the streets was callin
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| I was often involved with niggaz breakin the law
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| I look back, 'Pac nigga, we was bankin off raw
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| P-Funk got it pumpin, he had the connects
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| Threw the sack to his lil’niggaz workin the set
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| And if you got it you gettin wet, nigga bet on that
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| Don’t come around hurr on that floss shit
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| Detroit niggaz off shit
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| Robbin niggaz in the do’ways
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| That’s right
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| With my four-four, that’s the sure way
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| And this your road days, All Eyez on Me We was loonie I suppose, you could
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| Die homie
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| O. Trice always rep his block
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| Pass the Henn and that ice, I’m on a track with 'Pac nigga
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| Yeah, ay 'Pac, 'Pac, nigga Detroit love you boy
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| You put it down out here, I mean, y’know
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| Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always
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| 2Pacalypse Now 'til infinity boy, forever
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| Shady Records, Afeni Shakur, whattup? |
| Yeah
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| Obie Trice, pour out a lil’liquor nigga |