| 'Fore the game you say I lost
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| When I won you look crazy with your eyes crossed
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| Uh! |
| Here’s a towel to wipe your brow off
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| And while you at it wipe your nose and your mouth off
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| 'Cause I’m a throw it in your face nigga, it’s in your face
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| Now you got it on your face nigga, it’s on your face
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| I’m a throw it in your face nigga, it’s in your face
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| Now you got it on your face nigga, go fix your face
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| They say Twon will never make it no way (No way)
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| 'Cause all I did back in the day was push yay (Yay)
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| Now I’m writin out my own screenplay
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| Scored by Erick Sermon he the east coast Dre (Sermon!)
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| Hey! |
| (Hey!) I came from nothin never had alot (Never had alot)
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| Was at the bottom so long ain’t know it had a top (Uh uh)
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| Just a young Geto Boy who used to Rap-A-Lot (Rap-A-Lot)
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| Dreamin to workin my number like combination locks (Yeah!)
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| Peg dead by twenty one at the age of six (Six)
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| Lookin back I made it bitch with no eight to six (Nah)
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| I say Allah U Akbar 'cause I prayed and wished (Allah U Akbar)
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| That my music could get leaked like takin a piss
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| They say prom queen qill never let me have none
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| Yeah right! |
| Nigga where you think she got that gap from?!
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| Told me Twon G. you got bad management
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| Whatever! |
| But somehow I still manage to win
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| 'Fore the game you say I lost
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| When I won you look crazy with your eyes crossed
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| Uh! |
| Here’s a towel to wipe your brow off
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| And while you at it wipe your nose and your mouth off
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| 'Cause I’m a throw it in your face nigga, it’s in your face
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| Now you got it on your face nigga, it’s on your face
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| I’m a throw it in your face nigga, it’s in your face
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| Now you got it on your face nigga, go fix your face
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| Huh! |
| Erick Sermon, I’m what you call a icon
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| You a big snake nigga like a python
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| 'Cause that shit they doin you could find, in a app
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| Download it, I bet you it could show you how to rap (Uh huh!)
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| And tell you when you write lines make sure you rhyme back
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| Make sure you keep it fiction 'cause nobody want that (NAH!!!)
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| Keep your pants hangin low, with a baseball cap
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| With a fat gold chain and a body full of tatts (Uh!)
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| Make sure you keep a bitch with a ass that’s fat
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| Oh yeah, sell drugs too, and pump 'em out the trap
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| Oh yeah, you talkin money make sure you talk stacks (Uh!)
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| They ask if you have a gun say hell yeah I’m strapped!
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| How is that, that you need all that to make it?
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| Twenty one years I’m here so sad ain’t it?
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| If Bango was alive this picture he couldn’t paint it
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| If Slum V was here with D they couldn’t Taint it
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| My career is so Yeah, Usher motherfucker!!!
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| Top ten you pick a number don’t care, no fair
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| I did all of that twenty times over
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| Been there, done that, when you was in the stroller
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| You actin like a little bitch right now nigga!
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| Man fuck that I ain’t lettin that shit ride!
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| We 'gon go ahead smoke all these motherfuckers
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| I don’t care who the fuck out there! |
| God damnit! |
| Is you down nigga?!
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| 'Cause I’m a throw it in your face nigga, it’s in your face
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| Now you got it on your face nigga, it’s on your face
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| I’m a throw it in your face nigga, it’s in your face
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| Now you got it on your face nigga, go fix your face
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| Pops told me play my cards I shuffled my deck
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| Yeah you niggas on the team but ain’t gettin no reps
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| Been that N.Y.G. |
| you was ridin for Rex
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| Hoes call me King Tut all this gold on my neck
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| I roll with the best, no Ace Hood or no Khaled
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| Took a trip out to Rome, just for a Caesar salad
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| All you do is talk shit, what I say is valid
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| Rise, I’m on my Grizzlie like Tony Allen
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| When I was sixteen I went to Universal
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| They passed up now I’m goin in, no curfew
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| Big bad or purple, mixed with a little turtle
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| Pop a bottle watch it come around full circle
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| Uh! |
| They used to play me now I’m in they playlist
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| Keep my head to the sky and my feet on the pavement
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| Uh! |
| Thankin Diddy for them cases
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| Prince of my city I’m symbolizin we made it nigga!
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| 'Fore the game you say I lost
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| When I won you look crazy with your eyes crossed
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| Uh! |
| Here’s a towel to wipe your brow off
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| And while you at it wipe your nose and your mouth off
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| 'Cause I’m a throw it in your face nigga, it’s in your face
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| Now you got it on your face nigga, it’s on your face
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| I’m a throw it in your face nigga, it’s in your face
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| Now you got it on your face nigga, go fix your face |