| Yeah! |
| Uh! |
| Yeah! |
| This ya boy Rapper Big Pooh man! |
| Uh!
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| Buddy Klein in this nigga!!! |
| 9th Wonder in this nigga!!!
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| Yeah! |
| This that Dream Merchant, Vol. |
| 2 shit, you know what I’m sayin?
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| I don’t think y’all understand what’s about to go down man
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| I don’t think y’all really know man, listen
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| That’s me your world MC
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| Yeah I went to college I ain’t finished my degree
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| You can check my pedigree I’m the son of a Lee
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| It’s Pooh Steinback when these words touch beats
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| Name out on the streets like it’s etched in stone
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| Trust you don’t want it when I step in that zone
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| Faggot niggas call home or they scream for the law
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| Or they cry for they Pa cause I’m simply Ma
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| I ain’t the type to ever starve I’m a worker nigga
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| Mention a few mills it do wonders for the figure
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| Know niggas who would peel you like tangerines
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| Got government issues like in the marines
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| I keep my hands clean get tunnel vision
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| Approach every line with the right precision
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| Make the right decision 'fore life get missin
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| And the next time you hear me I be writin different, lil' nigga
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| Nigga if you dont stand for somethin
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| You bound to trip and fall down
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| Man I don’t give a fuck click clack hit 'em up
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| Man we spit heat at these clowns
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| So what you 'gon do when Klein come through
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| With the Rapper Big Pooh and 9th into
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| And (AH! AH!) Get at you (AH! AH!) Get at you (AH! AH!) Get at you
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| Yo, paddy cake, paddy cake, maker man
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| You a bitch on his dick, tryna make the band
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| Get at me dog, I’m funky like nasty draws
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| Piss me off, I start shootin like basketball
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| I’m street, I’m hood, I’m really whatcha musta saw
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| I’m thug, I’m raw, big like I’m above the law
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| With all this change, I tharted doin a buck in the rain
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| Flip a ki fool, that’s drug dealer’s dream
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| Nigga please, move, I ain’t talkin bout crack
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| I’m talkin bout rap — I eat y’all food right from scratch
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| The street’s my daddy, whatchu gon' teach me, sonny?
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| Speed on the road of riches, just tryin to increase my money
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| Carolina beats pah, stop ya breathin dummy
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| Leak shells in ya back, y’all like Eastern Senate
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| BK MC, full recline makin cream
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| (You best to chill.) Or you’ll get cut like you ain’t make the team
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| Nigga if you dont stand for somethin
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| You bound to trip and fall down
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| Man I don’t give a fuck click clack hit 'em up
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| Man we spit heat at these clowns
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| So what you 'gon do when Klein come through
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| With the Rapper Big Pooh and 9th into
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| And (AH! AH!) Get at you (AH! AH!) Get at you (AH! AH!) Get at you
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| Some say it’s the shit that we go through
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| I know sometimes we won’t do what we 'sposed to
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| But all I got is my word and my bond
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| And I’m a hold both tight until the day that I’m gone
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| Some say it’s the shit that we go through
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| I know sometimes we won’t do what we 'sposed to
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| But all I got is my word and my bond
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| And I’m a hold both tight until the day that I’m gone |