| All that flexin you’ve been doin ain’t gon get yo ass a check
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| It’s DJ Kay Slay, the drama king!
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| All that frontin you’ve been doin ain’t gon earn you no respect
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| Money can’t buy you respect!
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| Turn the lights on!
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| Pillow talkin with them hoes, you ain’t even havin sex
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| So keep calm
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| ‘Cus all that loud shit only show them real niggas you don’t really want it
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| So keep calm and get money
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| 30 block, 30 rounds, AK 100+
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| Better know it’s going down
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| Nigga think twice before runnin up
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| That old school my time machine
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| Hypnotize Minds with that dynasty
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| I’ve been a hustler, I take the work and I beat the block like Rodney King
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| Back in the day I was in the streets
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| And the trippy life was just a dream
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| I was grinding hard, selling everything
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| My trap was jumping like bed springs
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| Water whippin in that hoe’s house
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| Took in a bird, let’s throw it down
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| I got that work 24/7
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| Nigga my shop don’t close down
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| (Mafia!)
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| I be hustling til the sun come up
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| (Mafia!)
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| No handouts for none of us
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| These rap niggas ain’t no dope boys, they just put it in they rhymes
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| Listen close to Juicy J, you might find out how to grind
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| (Mafia!)
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| [Verse 2: Jadakiss)
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| Bitch I’m bout that, you ain’t gotta doubt that
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| All you gotta do is put yo money where yo mouth at
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| One of us gon leave today
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| He gon die either way
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| I’m push er with that first take,
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| I fall where they need to be
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| More than they need be yet
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| Gonna call the competition, these niggas is in the way
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| Don’t you know that in this night’s longer than this
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| That’s ‘cause I’m cut from a cloth that no longer exist
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| Different life style, red top, white thous
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| When I got the bank it was hard to put the knife down
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| All black life, kitchen cook, crack life
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| I don’t really know what yall bout, I’m bout that life
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| I’m going in, I don’t need a pen
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| Every time I sip my cup it cost me like 10
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| Hundred dollar swisha, take yo girl faster than Twista
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| Only come by god is when I’m lookin in the mirror
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| Red eyes, I devised a plan from hand to hand
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| I’m so fresh, I am like a walking mannequin
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| Right, got em lookin hella pants
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| I can traffic coco by the ambulance
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| One for me, I run the streets
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| Pockets on beams, my bitch petite
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| Talk is cheap but I won’t buy it
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| Got some good pussy, I’m gon try it |