| My head was knotty then
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| Nose- snotty then
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| Sweats, no pockets then
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| Sweatin'?, no problems then
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| Fats? |
| off the potty then
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| News? |
| watched karate then…
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| Muddas playin' Double Dutch, she was hop-scotchin' then
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| Me? |
| girl watchin' them
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| Crooked letter, I (I)
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| Hump-back, tryna hump that, yes I (I)…
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| Couldn’t play with Cousin Pooh
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| They thought I was mockin' him
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| Grams? |
| said I was devilish
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| Been knew I was rotten then
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| School? |
| been dropped out
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| Never really clockin' in
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| Pops? |
| been dropped out
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| Neva really stoppin' in…
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| Moms? |
| tryna lock me out
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| Cops? |
| tryna lock me in
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| Damn, devilish one with Pellet-guns
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| Grew from sling-shottin' them…
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| To sling-shootin' them dice all day
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| Kept hook, shot nice all day
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| Right hook, fight nights all day
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| Nigga left all night
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| To keep money right all day
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| Breaking night, all day
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| If you could look at me now 2X
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| If you could look at me now
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| Let me smoke with you young’in
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| Y’all was pop-lockin' then
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| Card-board boxin then
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| Me-
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| I was up the center
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| 3-D lockin' in
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| Strong-arm robbin then
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| Started car poppin' in
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| ME-
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| Skinny toots, Telly boots, Marley Park and El
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| Got in junk with Passyunk
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| Wilson Park and them-
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| Different jects different sets
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| Started sparkin him-
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| I had the four-teen gauge
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| My nigga Larken then
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| How it made front page
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| -He caught a spark from them
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| He got gauged in his leg
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| Still was walkin' then
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| 8-toss, shook it off
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| Kept sparkin' them
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| All heads ain’t help
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| We had more heart then them
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| We squashed that war
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| Got some wall, stayed apart from them
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| Down in Iraq, they give me dap
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| I’m takin' pounds from clowns
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| You shake my hand like a grown man (grown man)
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| Ya ain’t see it like Tony and old man
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| Mob-style ferreal
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| This is my life-style f’real
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| Beanie Sigel (background) —
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| If you could look at me now
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| …Now its big buisnesses
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| You see them big Bentley-skids
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| You see them Bee’s on those shiny-ass
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| Rims of his
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| You can’t find him in the woods
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| With his kids with his
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| Mob cookin breakfast with no S.W.A.T
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| A good day this is
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| You could bull-shit with rap if you want
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| I pull the bull-shit to the back
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| And put rap to the front
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| Now I’m State-Prop flickin' it
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| State-Prop stitchin' it
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| I’m paper soldier y’all
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| Your boy gettin' rich
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| I see a kids hair -knotty now.
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| They nose -snotty now
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| So what I do
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| I try to turn they frown around
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| I make 'em smile a day
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| If only for a -while a day
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| I give them dollar-day
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| That’s my ghetto -holliday
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| I must say for myself
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| I’m feelin proud today
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| My life is shaped
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| Like I run about a mile a day
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| I dedicate this to the one’s that counted me out
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| And looked at me down
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| Just look at me now
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| I know y’all see me
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| Look at me now man
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| I’m killin this shit
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| Sheed, check your boy out man
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| Your boy got buisnesses man
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| I done came up on my own nigga
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| I’m a ceo nigga
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| Clothing line… cartoons, movies, name it nigga
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| Bullshit with rap if you want
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| …I'm a big-boy-toy driver nigga
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| With unlaced Air Force 1's with no license
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| Holla at me nigga
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| Yall can’t tell me shit
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| Look at me now |