| How could I ever make you see the light, and make you read it right
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| Money power respect nigga, thas the key to life
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| But see its costy, me I’m to bossy, put four sugars in my coffee
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| I’m fuckin' wit Mister Frostee
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| Now thas the run to make ya, See how much fun that’ll make ya
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| Next time you see yourself, you should see that undertaker
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| And all the pain is gone, no more cryin', no more stress
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| Please, give this Ice to Big, and tell him that he’s still the best
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| Fuck it lets have a feast, Go ahead murder the chief
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| These niggas rappin' back and forth don’t know what beef is
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| Until they need about two gats to sleep wit, A bomb in they Jeep
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| Know they know who to beef wit
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| Them fingaz you use to smoke get knocked in your teeth wit
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| I bet you next time a nigga know who to creep wit
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| See its no longer funny now, Nigguz is hungry now
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| You don’t believe in Harlem, Double up and get money now
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| Whu
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| (scratches by just blaze)
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| Who you lovin' who you wanna be huggin'
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| Role wit nigguz that be thuggin buggin He
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| It’s like four in the morning, I got a call from upstate |
| Huddy Combs shot a nigguh, left him wit no face
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| Fuck it, Go get the duct tape, and tape it on his vest for him
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| Heart out his chest and, place it on his kneck for him
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| I’m tellin' honey Listen, I gotta funny vision, I need my nigga Huddy Combs
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| Out of prison, We got shit to do
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| Meeno, Loon, and Thomas?? |
| Critizone?
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| See it’s pitiful, Seeing my nigguz invincable
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| See I need 40 Acres and 40 Breakers
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| Ten nigguz that role the dice and twenty shakers
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| It ain’t the same, Huh Huh, Shit dun changed, Huh Huh
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| Nigguz is dyin' in they twenties for this game Huh
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| Say the wrong words to the wrong nigguh get sprayed off
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| You know like then Hitler days, Fuckin' wit Adolph
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| That twenty mill you got a hundred pennies to bring
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| Saw a man that stands for nothing, and falls for anything
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| Who U Lovin'
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| (scratches by just blaze)
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| Who you lovin' who you wanna be huggin'
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| Role wit nigguz that be thuggin buggin He
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| See my man he post bail, but his money was low
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| I got about eighty for sale and twenty to blow
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| You see this shit kinda get hectic when you dealin' wit doe |
| Cuz once you dealin' wit doe, Know You dealin' wit doe
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| No you not dealin' wit somethin' you can role up and smoke
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| Hold one side of your nose to a dollar and hope
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| That maybe one day you could put down the drugs and gun play
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| Skatin' donw the runway and praisin' God on Sunday
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| Rhyme to it, Eat a bowl of Courage
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| Finaly do it, bout time you meet your maker, Body forward in bombing fluid
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| Now tell me where you run to, no where to run to
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| Feelin' like nobody wit you, or nobody love you
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| Meenwhile, Streets is watchin' and the hood is observin'
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| Clubs still rockin', drunk drivin', weed still burnin'
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| Now who you lovin', Why you fussin', Who you wanna be huggin'
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| Role wit nigguz that be thuggin', Gun in the air bussin'
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| Like fuck it
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| (scratches by just blaze)
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| Who you lovin' who you wanna be huggin'
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| Role wit nigguz that be thuggin buggin He |