| I’m so cold, I need a coat in the kitchen
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| I bust two verses, then go into intermission
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| No way you can provoke my vision
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| I, dont play I make a hoe pay a commission
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| Baby, come on you know I wrote compositions
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| That make niggaz wish they never spoke while they were spittin
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| I’m so ready I’m bout to blow from the tension
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| Like surprise you dont even know what you gettin
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| I’m becomin quick at gettin slow ???
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| Cant throw my position, I flow with persition
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| Is a must a keep it on the low in addition
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| To all my weapons and no ammunition
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| MJG, and I’m so in attention
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| I see you tryin to creep me for my dough, why you trippin
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| Youse a shipwreck nigga when you broke co-mission
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| Jesse Jackson cant help you with the Hope Coalition
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| Well, I’m spendin loose
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| Got nothing to lose
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| Got nothing to prove
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| Its not easy to do
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| I got the streets in my pocket
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| With the hating better stop
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| Straight Cadillac Pimpin'
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| Young nigga better listen
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| If I should die, before I wake
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| Roll me sum up, make sho I’m straight
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| Make sho my cup feel no react
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| Make sho my paper come in stacks
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| I come through like a mack, truck rumbling streets
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| Big Boy hit tracks straight pummeling beats
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| Rock hard like coke in a ???
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| Pay top dollar for the hot product indeed, yeah
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| Turn it up and get addicted to it And have raw music soon as you listen to it Jump up like a old fat lady at church
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| Jump back like a uncut thang at work
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| Mang, hop in and take a ride with a pimp nigga
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| Fire the green up and let me shoot the shit witcha
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| Talk slick till I make a chick get the picture
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| Just a page outta fat boy ghetto adventures
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| Listen, I’m a titan on the mic
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| Original, them weak niggaz bite what I write
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| Oh Lord, we going to get it jumpin like revival
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| Survival, Straight from my street bible
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| These verses are must rip, dont slip, pimp a bitch
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| Put on your look, best outfit, get rich
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| This here, get you out of your seat fo sho
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| Jump up, get crunk like you got the Holy Ghost
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| Ay Yo, collection plate, be straight, dont hate
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| Indicate, no shape, no plate
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| Dont Hate, pay away, make a pimp, pockets straight
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| VISA, check, cash, any city, any state
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| Deep Down, in the country, in the hills, makin deals
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| No ex-aggeration, it is what it is Come on, you aint never heard shit like this
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| Two Pimps spittin game right out pu-pils |