| You know if I happen to leave, man
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| You won’t see nobody cryin
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| It’s all good baby
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| How they say, I got mine
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| Make sure you get yours
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| Lemme run it down, tho
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| See your boy is tough, they applauding us
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| If I leave, don’t be sad, I been on tour wit Puff
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| Rapped with Ma$e, Busta, Prodigy, and ODB
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| Lil Wayne, Baby, Juve, Biggie Smalls smoked with me
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| Threw a rope to me, Ohio got smoke for me
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| Maryland? |
| Dope for me! |
| Cubans sent coke to me
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| Slept in Mariah house, Four Seasons Vivica
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| Rikers Isle, sixth building for me — prisoner
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| Rode jets with Kevin Lyles
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| (Got call from Kevin Childs)
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| Forever style, did Detroit, '98, 7 mile
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| I was livin' negative way before the record biz
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| But check the credits, 20 albums, I produced, executive
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| Consecutive! |
| Did songs with T.I. |
| and his brother Dro
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| Club promoter? |
| Yep, for Kanye, I booked a couple shows
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| And that ain’t 5% of my resume
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| That was only what I thought about yesterday
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| If I were to go away would you be good everyday?
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| Or would you be strugglin'? |
| Boy, you gotta know
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| What I do is one thing, but you gon' do your thing
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| Just keep up the hustlin', I know you can hold it
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| Down down down down down down
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| You can hold it down down down down down
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| (You be good on your own)
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| See, I have my own liquor, homie Sizzurp by the case load
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| Cologne in Macy’s baby, way before J-Lo
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| Paid In Full co-star, thought I made my own point
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| Killa Season, Spike Lee, yeah I did my own joint
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| Got the cream, did a magazine which we own
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| Chill with Bun B, Pimp C., Sweet Jones
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| House in West Palm, my address, Bel Air (Fresh Prince)
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| Hell yeah! |
| Niggas talk and talk, who the hell cares?
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| Hell no! |
| I done been a way long from welfare
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| Selling dimes, chasin' fiends, now I got a healthcare
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| Understand it love fly high, kiwin dove
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| For my niggas hands and hugs, wanna thank the man above
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| I done been round and round, housing down in every town
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| Drivin round, when it come to weed, I sold five thousand pounds
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| Ten thousand pills, fifty people up in a large line
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| Couple hundred keys and please, that was part-time (one week)
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| Been through some hard times, hard grind
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| Right on the block ahk, sellin' hard dimes
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| Roll down my when it come to our hard shine
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| You’ll have a hard time
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| Did Italy, The Kentucky Derby
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| Cursed out Bill O’Reilly, did 60 Minutes dirty
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| Share VIP with Michael Jordan
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| Mayweather-Pacquiao fights, damn, your life is boring
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| Award me this, by Nature I’m the Naughtiest
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| Jarrett Jack, KG, Nate, had em on 40th, baby (Lennox) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song On Top , by - Cam'Ron. Song from the album 1st Of The Month: Box Set, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп