| Might catch me in a brownish coupe
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| Be ghetto like fishin' a nigga’s 6 l’s down in soup
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| Nuke palm size, 45, just came chrome
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| You don’t know the streets is mine, you just came home
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| Even though it’s def poetry, this ain’t no poem
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| I’m the motherfuckin' champ, nigga, ain’t no throne
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| Just a whole, blood and tissue, ain’t no bone
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| Because a hallow tip shattered it, but life goes on
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| Number one debut, they think I’m another man
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| Counting so much money, I need me another hand
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| Niggas is still schemin', atleast they still tryin'
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| If they ain’t doin' nothin' else, atleast they still dyin'
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| Coke is still highin', purple is still movin'
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| I’m trying to get a better price, papi, I know Cuban
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| D-Block discipline, Ruff Ryder die with official men
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| Recognize what kind of shit you in (kind of shit you in 3x)
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| (Jadakiss laughs)
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| When you talk about that money man, let’s talk about g’s
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| When you talk about that hustle game, talk about keys
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| When you talk about the struggle fam, talk about me
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| Speak out, but watch your mouth when you talk about me
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| When you talk about that money fam, let’s talk about g’s
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| When you talk about that hustle game, talk about keys
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| When you talk about the struggle man, talk about me
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| Cuban Link, Jadakiss, Double R, M.O.B
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| Yeah nigga, I’m a threat, a legend that’s urban, so for certain
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| I’m goin' over ya head like a Muslim turbin
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| Ain’t no, comin' to terms son, I’m done with service
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| Pun’s observant, Cuban- but the guns is German
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| I been urgin' to turn it loose, I got the burden of proof
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| That’ll determine your moment of truth
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| I return, so concern your troops, now it’s my turn to shoot
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| I’ll make it burn like that Bourbon juice
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| I earnt my due, nigga you’s a made-up name
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| You dudes is fool’s coke, man I’m straight up caine
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| From the roof to the booth- got that radar aim
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| Ar-15's that’ll fucking tear y’all frame
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| Had to change up the game, got my weight up man
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| Little fame, little chain from that Jacob man
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| Got these dames givin' brains, that’s my wake-up plan
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| From the range to the planes, time to bake up grams (bake up grams 3x)
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| When you talk about that money man, let’s talk about g’s
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| When you talk about that hustle game, talk about keys
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| When you talk about the struggle fam, talk about me
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| Speak out, but watch your mouth when you talk about me
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| When you talk about that money fam, let’s talk about g’s
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| When you talk about that hustle game, talk about keys
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| When you talk about the struggle fam, talk about me
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| Cuban Link, Jadakiss, Double R, M.O.B
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| You fuckin' around, now, with two of the nicest (nicest)
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| You 'bout to end up in a crisis (crisis)
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| Cause we don’t give a fuck who you know, where you go
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| What you know, they can never be like us (like us)
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| We rep it for our people in Ryker’s (Ryker’s)
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| The hood’ll show a nigga what life is (life is)
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| And we don’t give a fuck who you know, what you know
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| Where you go, we gon' always be like this (like this)
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| (Jadakiss laughs) (Cuban, what up baby)
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| When you talk about that money man, let’s talk about g’s
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| When you talk about that hustle game, talk about keys
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| When you talk about the struggle fam, talk about me
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| Speak out, but watch your mouth when you talk about me
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| When you talk about that money fam, let’s talk about g’s
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| When you talk about that hustle game, talk about keys
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| When you talk about the struggle fam, talk about me
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| Cuban Link, Jadakiss, Double R, M.O.B |