| Yeah, sometimes
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| Something so simple in the world like a slice of pizza and a juice (New York
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| City)
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| Mean everything
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| Y’nahmean? |
| Word…
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| I built the town on my own, my whole hood, they owe me
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| I was a shooter, took more shots than Kobe
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| I used to fuck a chick that’s promiscuous
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| She was a loser, boned niggas for some liquorice
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| Low self-esteem, Pyrex, pot beam
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| Eighth on a triple beam, digital
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| Used to re-up, and get jerked, that was typical
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| Blamed it on the bad timing, and started getting consignment
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| environment, hand to hand with
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| Kew Gardens with the mobsters in Tony Roma’s
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| We left the courthouse, they had nothing on us
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| Still I had the stash in my sock bottom
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| Sold it to dope fiends, nodded out, rock bottom
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| Got into transport and sent things to Greyhound
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| With a old get high lady, she stayed down
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| She 80+ hanging around the playground
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| Just my juice and slice of pizza
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| Shorty how it be when I’ma greet ya
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| You’re so beautiful, beautiful creature
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| Just like my, juice and pizza, yeah
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| Just a slice and a quart of juice
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| I like to keep my guns waterproof
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| You know you do what you oughta do
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| Like me, pull a quarterback audible
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| Ayo, Capone, you know I’m rare like a artifact
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| Send a bullet through the logo in your Starter cap
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| True facts, loose cracks produce stacks
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| Cheese taught me to squeeze first, and shoot back
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| That was '89 on a dime block
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| East coast streets’ll fuck up a nigga mind ahk
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| While they was into girls with the Reeboks
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| I was into fast cars, Pontiac T-tops
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| Fly nigga, I was the black Fonz
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| Chick magnet, pull a bitch out the salon
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| Kept me a mean, bad one
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| Hop in the whip with her weave half done
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| But that’s just the aura when you fucking with a bitch who pussy
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| Deeper than the Torah and she thinking you can spoil her
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| Nothing foul, that’s just the way of life
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| I keep it 100, Kid Cudi, all Day 'n' Nite |