| Holding down, and you don’t stop
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| Time is money so I stay late
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| Holding it down, for life… I represent for
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| Holding it, Time is money so I stay late
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| Holding it, Rhymes cleverly wrote
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| Uh-uh
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| Damn, they done killed Osama
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| Next thing you know they gon smoke Obama
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| I’m alive nigga, living to the fullest yo
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| Raised by the gun, probably die by the bullet though
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| I’m loyal, don’t know what I do for joke
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| Shit… The same thing I do for dope
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| Die with em, ride with em, no questions asked
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| Just hand me my weapon and mask
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| Makes a lot befor I leave my house so I’m blessed
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| And prepared, part of my best
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| Sleep with one eye open, hand on my hammer
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| I only watch hands nigga, move I’ll blame ya
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| The worst cross is a double cross
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| So I maintain focus, salute my soldiers
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| A hundred man, Lieutenant in this bitch
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| Damn nigga act crazy, I kill em in this bitch
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| And hey we fucking up the hood like the 86 crack invasion
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| Heard they giving out free joints for tax evasion
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| Get a Mack truck crash up ya bulletproof car
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| You tattoos cover up you few good scars
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| I wake up, a dead body on the front lawn
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| I’m on the road getting money, on my lawn
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| This you get mandatory in New York for a gun charge
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| Thieves on alert, gotta watch for the gun squad
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| Coolie yo man is getting through hot shit
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| Key to the schoolio, with the true Glock
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| They threw shots in his Escalade
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| They didn’t kill him, only thing his bitch breast got grazed
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| The greatest nation is the donation
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| I’m in the Porsche with my nigga Pave, fresh offa probation
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| Mad money nigga knows what up
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| While you blowing up the stage, we blow your turquois up |