| How can I help you
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| What can I do for ya
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| Lookin' for that China white
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| Girl that’s soft
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| If I ain’t got it
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| I know where to find it
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| If I can get it for you
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| Boss
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| How much you got in your budget
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| The more you buy the less it costs
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| I could front you a few off the side
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| As long as your ass don’t double cross
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| You crossed a lot of raccoons
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| Get your cranium sawed off
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| I got mouths to feed my n****
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| I can’t afford to take no loss
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| I can give your ass a number
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| It’s up to you to keep it quite
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| You can’t be a punk about nothin'
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| You gotta keep the money comin'
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| I’m out here
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| Dealin' with these suckers
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| Stopin' the fake ass
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| Busters
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| They stab your ass in the back
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| These brothers turn on you
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| I know when it’s gonna get short
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| How long this sureness suppose to last
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| I ain’t got the weather channel
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| To predict the forcast
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| The plan is hustlin'
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| 'cause there ain’t no work there ain’t no job
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| So they stuck in playing this game
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| And the next thing they gonna rob
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| Two faceded little ol' heathen
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| Workin' with the law
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| Man no matter what you do for n****
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| They ain’t never gonna be satisfied
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| Tell it like it is
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| My whole thing is like
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| Why dudes be lettin' cats get in their ear though
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| I’m just tellin' it like it is
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| I don’t know what the fuck happened between '96 up into now
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| N**** is hoes
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| I’m a tell it like it is
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| Man n**** is going out backwards man
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| Kill all this snitchin’my n*** what’s up with that
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| Tell it like it is
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| If there was a snake it would’ve bite ya
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| See you’ve been fallowin' so many n**** you wouldn’t even know what hit ya
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| Now you don’t know which way to look
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| You don’t really know which way to turn
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| Got you trying to protect yourself
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| With all the bridges you done burned
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| You n**** cry to us nowadays
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| N**** feelings get hurt too easily
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| Might as well wear a tampon
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| Might as well be a breezy
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| A closed mouth don’t get fed
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| And a lazy hustler don’t get bread
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| Pimpin' I can’t read minds
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| I don’t know what’s in your head
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| Everybody think they know it all
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| Wanna hear nobody speak
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| Shut the fuck up and listen sometime
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| Even if you an O.G.
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| Personally I’m a grinder
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| Let no grass grow under my feet
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| Don’t nothin' come to a sleeper
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| But a dream
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| A vision without a plan
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| Is just a hallucination
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| I gotta lotta folks in the pen
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| Programmin'
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| I’m gonna give it to you straight
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| I ain’t gonna give it to you late
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| I’m a tell your ass what’s real
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| I ain’t gonna tell ya nothin' fake
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| Man I got my own dreams
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| Everybody wants me to finance theirs
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| Tell it like it is
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| You know who I like I like that boy 40 man
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| He’s 20 years in the game and he consistent
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| Just tellin' it like it is
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| Not all of them but allot of these new dudes is
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| Ringtone rappers man
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| I’m a tell it like it is
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| Fools just have one album out
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| And act like they just it
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| Tell it like it is
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| Same song third verse
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| It’s from the heart it ain’t rehearsed
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| The world is full of associates
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| But very few friends
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| That wanna contribute nothin'
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| But wanna help spend your ends
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| Think before you rock yo mouth
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| Park your tongue and lip
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| Watchin who you talkin' round
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| Never know who you’re havin' dinner with
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| Ain’t got nothing good to say
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| Don’t say nothin' at all
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| That’s what I was told
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| That’s what I was taught when I was small
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| A lot of theses so called artists got too much
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| Talent
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| You should be getting' your money on
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| Instead of hatin' on the next man
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| It’s lonely at the top
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| But it’s next to crowed at the bottom
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| Tha’s why I always keep my pistol cocked
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| In case I gotta stop em'
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| Trunk full of slap
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| Hollerin' at em' back
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| Pocket full of scraps
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| Nothin' but thousand stacks
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| I’m old school
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| Actin' a fool makin' my presence known
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| I look at business face to face
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| Don’t like to talk on phones
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| When I’m at a stop sign or a red light
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| I leave one car space in front of me
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| Tell it like it is
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| Just so I could have enough room to get outta there
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| Just in case someone try to pop at me or something
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| Tell it like it is
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| That’s how I was raised
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| I’m still a student of the game
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| You could learn from a baby
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| I’m a tell it like it is
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| Man I was hollerin' at my grand partner
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| He said 40 return phone calls and you’ll keep your friends
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| Tell it like it is
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| Bitch
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| You two faceded ass mother fuckers
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| I didn’t just help create my music mother fucker
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| I invented it
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| Everybody wanna know what the fuck mob music is
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| N**** this is mob music
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| Poor ass mother fuckers
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| Bitch |