| Often imitated never duplicated
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| The hero, unsung champion, uncongratulated
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| Through it all I keep it G
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| And that’s what fascinates her
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| Cause she’d rather go with me
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| Than anyplace that you gon’take her
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| She can tell the fake one in the presence of the real
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| Cause my game tight: vacuum seal
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| Was bein' slept on like a cot in the shelter
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| Now them owners in my section like
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| «Spitta how can I help ya?»
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| She like, «What you involved in?»
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| I tell her construction, cause I really am
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| I built this whole empire from nothin'
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| I hear none of them niggas;
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| They don’t stand for nothin
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| Like they’re tied to their chairs
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| Trust me, I’m aware that it’s cold
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| But it’s fair
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| From the inside, looking out there
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| I see bitches waiting, niggas waiting, cops patrolling
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| Be careful, don’t look them in they’re faces
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| We holding, tryna get out the matrix like Neo and them
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| Yeah, we in the lab
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| Cut and package it up
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| To distribute it to the public
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| Hit the block stuntin'
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| Them hoes see what I drove
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| Wan' know if I’m selling drugs
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| No, bitch, I’m just Dope
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| The all-natural, non-tobacco rapper is back at you
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| Just in case you though I quit scribbling tablets
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| I parachute out of bed cause I woke up still high
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| From the previous evening of getting toe-up
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| Told 'em before, but they didn’t believe it
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| I showed 'em over one million flows to be chose from
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| Sixteen switches; |
| Spitta still get them bitches wide open
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| Like my front gate when I’m pulling my Camaro in
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| Got your girl in tow, carrying a tote bag
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| With some clothes, cause it be a few before she come back
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| Making moves with your’s truly in the car makes her a drug mule
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| Cause I’m on narcotics stronger than a schedule II- Oo!
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| I keeps it funky when I come through
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| You coping with hard times;
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| Only thing hard of mine is my denim, fool
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| Founding member of an influential crew- JETS, nigga!
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| Now we’ve formally been introduced
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| Yeah, we in the lab
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| Cut and package it up
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| To distribute it to the public
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| Hit the block stuntin'
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| Them hoes see what I drove
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| Wan' know if I’m selling drugs
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| No, bitch, I’m just Dope
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| And we already showed you how to cook up, cook up
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| You trying to find the JETS? |
| Just look up, look up
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| You trying to find your girl? |
| I done took her, took her
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| The JETS is in the house, fool
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| Yeah, and I still got that drug flow
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| Spit that shit that makes them bitches eyes roll
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| And when them skeezers see what I drove
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| No, bitch! |
| I’m just--
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| Yeah, we in the lab
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| Cut and package it up
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| To distribute it to the public
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| Hit the block stuntin'
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| Them hoes see what I drove
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| Wan' know if I’m selling drugs
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| No, bitch, I’m just Dope |