| I swear this famous shit just happened overnight
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| For sure these hoes was so uptight, but now they so polite
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| All I see is fake love, smiles, and overbites
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| But I’m pimpin' nigga, Dolemite
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| I remember when, I was like ten, maybe nine
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| Ricky had a deuce-deuce two shotty pumps with a baby nine
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| Busta had the rhymes, Puffy had the Shyne
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| Bone thugs had more thugs but that was the shit, that made me rhyme
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| Wassup, what’s on your mind? |
| Hol' up, I’m feeling fine
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| Locs got me blind, thuggin' like I’m Eazy-E up in his prime
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| Another young nigga with a attitude
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| I guess that’s why the crackers kept me after school
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| Roaches on the wall, roaches on the dresser
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| Everybody had roaches but our roaches ain’t respect us
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| On the park bench playing checkers, sipping nectar
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| Girbaud jeans with hologram straps and reflectors
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| We had cookouts and dirt bikes and dice games and fist fights
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| And fish fries and shootouts like one SIG with two rounds
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| And click left two down, that’s four kids but one lived
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| Left three dead, but one split, that one miss, that one snitch
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| That’s everyday shit, shit we used to that
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| Add it up, do the math with your stupid ass
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| Don’t view me as no conscious cat, this ain’t no conscious rap
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| Fuck the conscious crap, my mac’ll push your conscience back
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| I do this for my culture, penny, nickels in the sofa
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| Mommy watching Oprah, daddy in the kitchen whipping soda
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| Cook, connect, named Sosa, Spanish chick by Ola hit it in the chocha
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| With the Testarossa, hit Daytona, fuck the law, we soldiers
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| I’m bout it bout it, nigga ain’t shit sweet about me
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| The baddest bitches on the block be even speakin' bout me
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| I’m so thuggish ruggish bringin' ruckus, knuckin' if you buckin'
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| Young and thuggin', buggin' showing out in public, but you love it
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| I only got one vision, that’s for kids in every color, religion
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| That listen, that you gotta beat the system, stay the fuck out the prisons
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| They try to blind our vision, but we all got children and siblings
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| You my brother, you my kin, fuck the color of your skin
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| Back once again
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| Chilling in the back of the ‘Lac with a pass or the gin
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| Finna ask can I pass to her friend,
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| Then a nigga smash, I’ll be damned if I ask her again
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| Gold slabs on the ‘Lac when I spin,
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| Then it’s back to the back of the Benz,
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| Lean back in the back with the Henn
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| And a crap when I tap that that then attack,
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| Never tax, never that that, max on the ends
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| Spend ends, I remember way back when,
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| A motherfucker used to have to borrow cash from my friends, friends
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| Just to put a snack up in the fridge
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| When I’m on, I swear to God to pay you back
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| Now the kids all look up to me, them bitches wanna fuck with me
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| My idols say what’s up to me, from ugly to comfortably
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| Suddenly
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| It all changed man
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| It was just like yesterday
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| Times was so ugly
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| And now I’m comfortable
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| I just only can thank God
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| Suddenly
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| Everything changed before my eyes
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| By my surprise |