| Young rich and dangerous but not kris kross
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| Me I was just a running boy til I made it the boss
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| Got alot on my plate breakfast, lunch and dinner
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| Call me dear on heart killa yeah bitch i’m a winner
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| On my block it’s lil kids pulling pistol’s
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| In Iraq it’s innocent kids dying from missoles
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| That’s why i’m back and taking the title from those before me Matthew Broadway can never see the day i reach glory
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| I know parlitions is wishing that banner stop
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| But I’m ridin with bannana flow and hat cock 4 shots
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| To my cousin thats lock
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| come back soon tome rest in peace to my rilla roc
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| I’m a affilated hustler so keep ya talk to a minnium
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| Hate on me first class to ya grave i’m sending em Give me the rock and i’ma run it back
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| To all my young niggas out thurr stugglin i hope you make a jack
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| where you at.
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| Back one more again it’s Nate Dogg
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| One day I might stop but not now
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| My game to damn strong to be stopped
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| Got hoes every place that i stop
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| Got beef tell you what I’m gon do Call up David Banner and demoish ya crew
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| Man them laws looking for me man
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| Rob to Mississippi All The Way To St. Lou
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| Stressing bout to take 4 blunts to the head
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| Making a revoulution listening to dead prez
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| He say, She say i don’t curr what they said
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| Number 1 hustler said equpt with the bread
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| IRS tripping so fuck the FEDS
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| Taking shit to these devils cut off my legs
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| Lord don’t let em put me in my death bed
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| For my son, nieces and newphens life I plede
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| Sit drinking yak till my eyes get red
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| Pass me a clip I’m a magnum to the lead
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| I hope society will let my love spread
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| Cause my lil cousin steadily thugging before they go I’m dead.
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| we take no shit from No nigga that’s flossin |