| Sitting on stairs, in street affairs
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| Jordan Airs, he got at least seven pairs
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| His voice rare, talk with a mumble
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| Chicago Bearhead, caught up at the huddle
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| Call an audible of trouble came
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| His name Chris, black as his hustle name
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| Raction to his chains, it’s like a basketball game
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| Watch him winning, hope your team do the same
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| A menace, he O-Dog, Caine
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| Wish a nigga would go against his grain
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| Used to staying but moved up in the game
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| Take a nigga spot, take a nigga fame
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| The fortune of a caine, long live his reign
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| He do it for a son, he do it with a gun
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| Whatever he do, yo, he do it till it’s done
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| A team full of hitters, so they hit and run
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| The prestone even want none
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| Walk with the G’s cause the G’s never run
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| Something to be from the slum and be the one
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| This is where he at, this is where he from
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| Where I’m from
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| Living life with no fear
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| Putting that truth in my baby girl’s ear
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| Told her that dudes gon' want some ass
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| And whatever you do, do it with class
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| She wanna E, but to me, you gotta earn it
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| You can’t circumvent life, you gotta earn it
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| It’s the circle of life, that’s why we’re turning
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| Yo, I hit a choir and a sermon, our messiah is returning
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| With a tile around my neck, a style around respect
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| Know the smell of good pussy and the sound of a tec
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| They fire, drill, stop dropping roll
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| I popped out the cold hip-hop, that was gold
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| The way of the road is our ode to the legacy
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| C’mon dog, you know my pedigree
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| Find it forever be, the sun never set on me
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| Many reign, but the game never weather me
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| If I’m in the building that mean I got equity
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| Where articles are black like Ebony
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| Since I was a shorty I was thinking long charity
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| No fear, I say that with levity |