| This goes to all my hustlers, entertainers
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| And of course, athletes in the struggle
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| Yo, yo yo yo yo Some get a little and some get none
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| Shit, I was part of the some get none
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| The ball, run for run, play the slums for crumbs
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| Wired, real tired, till my lungs are done
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| After all, I was nice in ball,
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| But I came to practice weed scented
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| Report card like the speed limit
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| 55−55 expellable
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| If your nice they make sure that you eligible
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| Pretty final, '92 played the city finals
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| Pretty swift, real mvp, and 55th
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| I can hoop, yo All-American in my age group, yo Raised bad settled for a ju. |
| co. |
| (junior college)
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| Uh, but why they let a thug on campus
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| All i did was rob and mug on campus
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| Sliced, rolled dice, got shiest on campus
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| At the toast got bad, payed the price on campus
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| Forgot about ball, I was done dude
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| Now I’m in county in an orange jumpsuit, middle of Texas
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| Call moms, she dont want the phone act
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| She dont condone it, Cam dont come home, shit
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| (Chorus 4X: Notorious B.I.G.)
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| Cause the streets is a short stop
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| Either you slangin’crack-rock
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| or you got a wicked jump shot
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| Yo, yo, ayo
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| Comin back home, I thought it’d be cool
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| But everbody like, Cam, Yo, i thought you in school
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| Nah, im about to go back, huh, they know that im lyin'
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| See me on broadway, know what im buyin'
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| Niggas gettin’money, know what i’m eye’n
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| Shiesty again, no where without iron
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| Seems like my school life self destroyed
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| Fuck gettin’a job, BIG self employed
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| Slugs pop, drug spot, runnin’the thing
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| Played ball on the weekend, 300 a game
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| Till one of the workers pulled a small case
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| Mouth runnin’like a dog race, tryin’to get us all laced
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| I was slangin, but wasnt a kingpin
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| A slow case n', verdict probation
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| Tryed to fuck my P.O., she ignored that
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| Said, Know what Cam your found with more crack
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| See what happen', stopped the crackin'
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| Start rappin', quit the clappin'
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| Yo, yo, as a young nigga, always into crime
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| But no matter what, yo, always used to rhyme
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| So in that i became more curious
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| Fuck bein’up north delirious, more serious
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| Uh, so Killa did mixtapes
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| CEO’s heard, now here come big cake
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| But one cat said Cam you better recoup
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| Before you back on your block, baby, dead on the stoop
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| But Un hooked me up with all this cheddar and loot
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| The best rap deal of all time next to Snoop
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| Money more the clutch, money more the touch
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| I dont just rhyme I own liquor stores and such, but
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| yeah
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| Yo, the rap game remind me of the crack game
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| Niggas wanna get they gun, then start the clap game,
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| for dat fame
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| Throwa Untertainment
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| Sport, Drugs, Entertainment
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| Till the arrainment, Killa
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| (Cam'Ron)
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| That’s how it go on my block
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| Mad props, let off mad shots
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| All my peoples out there tryin’it
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| Dis a problem for they environment, killa
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| Sports, Drugs, Entertainment
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| Till the arraignment |