| I’ma pimp, a pen’s my hoe
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| She don’t ever move until I say so Her only purpose in life is get me large
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| I got my pen workin'16 bars
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| When I’m happy she happy, sad she sad
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| She make sure we both have
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| She know I got plenty more to replace her
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| Bitch better have mine
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| I’m not lettin’no pen get out of line
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| You did it, I mean, can you dig it She committed to me, she please niggas for me My shit’s so tight she leave a nigga for me I met her in a studio, she caught my eye
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| With her over kickin’whack ass rhymes
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| I needed a pen, so she let me borrow her
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| Like my shit ain’t ill enough to overpower her
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| I see he wasn’t treatin’her right
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| So I gave her some paper
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| And let her do her thing that night
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| Thats right, I took it from that player
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| He to concerned with his money and his pager
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| She told me, shit he be kickin’is so weak
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| I told him, your hoe chose me I’m goldie
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| Be cool, or we can make the heat come out
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| Your pen work for me 'till the ink run out (player)
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| Money talks and bullshit walks
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| Rap is a hustle y’all
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| Only the strong survive, I was born to rhyme
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| Put me on the street I’m goin’for mines
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| Money talks and bullshit walks
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| Rap is a hustle y’all
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| Only the strong survive, I was born to rhyme
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| Put me on the street nigga
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| My rap is uncut raw, out the door
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| Type shit to have fiends lookin’for more
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| Your rap is lactose; |
| you cooled off, the glass broke
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| Customers complainin’never comin’back yo My rap flow is pure all white, in the hood all night
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| You made your first sale when I sold out
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| My shit numbs your whole mouth, yours leaves a foul taste
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| My rhymes a felony yours never seen a trial date
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| You need a legal aid, my pen got the DA’s paid
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| My flows sleepin’in a cave
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| No day’s I got the streets in this mad
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| You need a mask to repair the? |
| here
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| You see the glass once I flip this track
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| You should see my stash, I got rhymes for days
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| Fuck a right front page, I stay deliverin, ain’t no middle men
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| I never short my man or cross my fans
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| Or switch my supply when money cross my hand
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| It’s funny, I’m here, I’m like the crew I used to roll wit'
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| You might as well work for me, I got the clientele
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| Y’all put to much cred in that stuff you tred to sell
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| Thats the reason your empire fell like Goliath
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| I’m supplyin’the ghetto to satisfy you
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| Marks, NARC’s, is analiyzin’why this kid
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| Crossed the bridge and came through with platinum shinin'
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| Bringin’heat to the street like I had the iron
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| Money talks and bullshit walks
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| Rap is a hustle y’all
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| Only the strong survive, I was born to rhyme
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| Put me on the street I’m goin’for mines
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| Money talks and bullshit walks
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| Rap is a hustle y’all |