| Po-pos, pullin' a nigga over, like they locos
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| Maybe its just my time horse, or is it just cuz im the crime boss
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| And swatch is mad cuz every dime cost
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| Plus the bad influence that you’re proud of
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| Wettin' niggas up like showers
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| Sellin' crack, smackin powders
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| Dudes gigantic, ice flooded like the Titanic
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| Cash expanding, flash it for granted, stash it in the ceramic
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| And keep it in my crime family, -glaciers and ice-
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| Cuz life ain’t nothing but papers and dice
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| And frontin, i used to profit slow-e-ly
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| Niggas they know of me, plus, all of the older G’s
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| Never thought i would grow to be the Cash-Gettin
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| Mad flippin, soakin in the bath while ass-drippin'
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| Gettin' blast, thinking of past victims
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| I know it ain’t hard to see son, I’m Nino
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| Inside the 320 killing, New Jacks and G-Money |