| Shit, it ain’t go hold me back, I gotta go all out to get mine
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| A tech nine might come in handy for the next time
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| I’m frustrated, chumps are making me mad
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| Don’t seem to understand that I’m just that bad
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| Too gold, too bold, too fly for them to stop
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| The man to respect cause I’m ripping up blocks
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| I gotta get the dough, gotta run the show
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| I’m flipping like a kilo, stash a million or so
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| Go for what you feel and deal wit this
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| Cause I’m dangerous, I come real wit this
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| And packing and strapping, it goes along wit the rapping
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| By any means necessary, you can’t get buried
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| I may come wit a smile but I’ve been known to get crazy wild
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| So when you scheme, yo, I scheme too
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| And I’ve been out here and yes, I’ve seen you
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| I know your face, I know your name and all your people kid
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| I’ve got mad connections, so won’t do a bid
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| I make the moves, I’m never faking
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| Cause the loot is for the taking
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| The loot is for the taking
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| Mad murderer stalk in the night when you walk
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| Feelings of stone to the bone, I’m a rock
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| No regrets for doing shit I had to do
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| I was hard headed and yea, I still am too
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| But you know I got things under control
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| So you should slow your roll that’s my advice to you bro
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| A street veteran, sometimes I’m trife as a juvenile
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| I’ll beep your style, you can’t fuck wit the golden child
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| That’s why you’re riffing but you know you’re just ass kissing
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| You wanna meet’cha maker, I’m a take ya
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| Or else let the man command
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| Cause I’ll be ready to get you open, ain’t no joking, I jam
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| So if you wanna know who’s really boss
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| Then try your game, lamb, and end up taking a big loss
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| If I don’t get my way, you’re history
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| To you, I’m a mystery, you never understand me
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| I came to grab the tapes and be out
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| I came to get what’s due to me cause I got clout
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| I make the moves, I’m never faking
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| Cause the loot is for the taking
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| The loot is for the taking
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| I’m sinister, I’m selling no wolf tickets here
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| Rolling correct to get my point across clear
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| Sights in the city make me bitter
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| And I ain’t taking no shit from no sucker nigga
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| I move swift, always looking for the money to make
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| I need the cash flow, I got a lot at stake
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| And I could never go out like a crab
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| So shut the hell up and put the money in a big bag
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| Hand it over smooth like
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| I need fat dough, I got things to do tonight
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| I’m always on my job, ain’t no time to be caught short
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| And those outta line, pay a fine or get knocked off
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| It’s my turn to clock the duckets
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| Being broke, nah, I can’t fuck wit it
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| I’m making moves, never faking
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| Cause the loot is for the taking
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| The loot is for the taking |