| Aiyo, Slumdog Billionaire, only God I fear
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| Grey hairs in my beard
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| After the Laughter, comes Tearz, long dick spear
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| Three course of course, but you can still see the size of my rear
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| Louis Vutton don, I cause explosions like protons and electrons
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| Destroy any MC like Papoose and Saigon
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| Oh my God, 9th Prince is so hard
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| Not because, I was locked up behind bars
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| Or I, hung with the bloods in Auburn yard
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| It’s because, I’ve been through hell and came home with no scars
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| Kidnapped the rap game, where I’m from niggas kill over money and fame
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| Platinum chains, bitches, and cocaine
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| 0−9 to 0−10, I raise 'cain
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| Adam raised a cain
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| Aiyo, custom made autos, custom made clothing
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| Custom made motorcyles
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| Incarcerated disciples, released from prison
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| Master the street, shotout to Broadway planes
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| And Hollywood squares on New Year’s Eve
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| Rappers better duck and hide
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| When I glide in the SL 500
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| Twin forty fives on my side
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| Bulletproof ride, a weak nigga pride can turn into a homicide
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| That’s a jewel, I learned from the old school
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| Money, clothes and hoes, a number one rule
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| I got the eyes of a calm killer, behind Bagarmi shades
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| I push through in a snow storm, in a bulletproof Escalade
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| Bring to war, enough ammo, to go in a rampage
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| Fresh out the steel cage
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| Locked up with them Brooklyn niggas, caught in the rage, I raise cain
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| Aiyo, metaphors, make whores lay on the floor
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| Slow down bitch, I’mma give it to you raw
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| Knock knock, who the fuck’s at the door?
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| It’s me Sawed-Off, last name Shotgun
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| You caught that? |
| Bang, bang, now catch that one
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| I’m the Supreme, walk with a lean, that’s real mean
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| And rise from the streets like Sting
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| It was all a dream, catch New York is back
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| All others can retire, and just relapse
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| I’mma count my stacks, send shots through your fitted hat
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| It’s like that black, carrying Shaolin on my back
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| Niggas thought I fell off the map
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| But the truth is, I was locked up in the trap
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| With killas and hustlers, spot rushers
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| Drug users, drug pushers, yeah we all contributers
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| Muthafucka, I raise cain
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| Yeah, you know what it is, man
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| Sit the fuck down, stop being clowns
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| You know what I mean, we go round for round
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| Pound for pound, sound for sound, you know
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| 9th Prince, I raise cain, muthafucka
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| I’mma outta here, yeah, see you next year, or this year
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| Another atmosphere, one |