| Hook:
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| Fire and brimstone is our life’s stage
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| So we pack enough heat that we could melt the next iceage
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| A rich nigga is still a nigga, just harder to fade (why?)
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| There’s thousands of ways to get payed (x5)
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| I’m that type of rapper that’ll take half an album in advance
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| (And do the hustle) and I don’t mean that 70's dance
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| The king of punch lines, I do what I gotta for my bank roll
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| Slicing yayo with powder with my bass latter gettin' dasterly for salary
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| Fiends dream of stabbing me, Bo Diggity is never snagging me
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| Chino equality for the high or low black son I’m betting on that
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| Seeking universal mastery
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| Should I put platrum plaques on my wall like a Latin art gallery
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| Ol’Dirty should of FUCKED Maria, my rap the barbed wire fences
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| Ancestors Egyptian princes, showing you a view to a kill
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| Giving you fatal glimpses, stacking papes like there’s 10 of me
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| Your hootie’s an obsenity, corporate at the pope
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| But shooting bullets with no memory
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| Hook:
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| «I gotta get mine, I gotta get cash»
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| I need that cream split and I’ve seen
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| Enough cowboy movies to know a white man’s hand shake don’t mean shit
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| So back in 9−5 I said «Fuck a 9 to 5» I ain’t John Travolta
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| Gun in holster, man Stayin' Alive, from New Jerz to Cali
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| Get my swerve, servin' silence, ultra violence
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| A lot of islands, avoiding niggas that’s spineless
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| I got the lay, who’s beefing this kid heartless
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| Harry reasons vary, shot him at the vally
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| Took the Jag keys from the valay, Robert Shalay
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| Top down drove away, pumpin' Hip Hop Hooray
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| I’m so full of shame, it’s awful strange
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| Local crew complain I’m spitting out more keys than an opera sings vocal range
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| Fuck playin' ceelo, half latino, Chino exquistness, the streets bizness
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| Never personal, shorties still in Monteros for deneros
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| Way past the current few, violate mine and get done like Al Sharps perms do
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| My rents due, gotta make that revenue
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| You dodge bullets like Bobby Brown on my avenue
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| Yellow nigga with an attitude, Tommy Hilfigure booster too
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| From the morph of the Martinees bitches from Catholic school
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| Uptown they call my Parabal, crack ho selling genitals
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| Trading they souls for Salindriacal capsals
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| My products is unhabitable, please don’t feed the animals
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| (Why?) New Jeru is a fuckin' zoo
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| Hook
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| For my peoples that’s making rap fans
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| Downin' niggas with credit card scams, jackin' strickly Toyota land
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| Cruisers making moves in large proportions
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| Dressing like white boys, sticking up Norstoms
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| I done seen niggas taht go from college graduations
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| To illegal cannibus connection with Jamacians
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| Hooked up with Asians for Motor-Rola flip phone activating chips
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| Selling exotic dips as they occupation, do what you gotta
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| Bitches turn tricks like a Globetrotter
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| Got adults playing cops and robbers, it’s hot like lava
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| Ghetto kids breeding Rotweilders
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| Selling 'em flipping grip for product no problem
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| Genius niggas pull 6 figure burglaries, fuck a wanted sign
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| They can afford plastic surgury
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| I’m a surviver, street scholar
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| Smoking a pontom leaf with pitbulls see drippin' saliva
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| For the mighty dollar
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