| Epps, whaddup? |
| 1305
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| The beat, living legend
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| Gunplay comin' down, black Benz
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| Gettin' white money, hangin' with my black friends
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| Been broke and I’ve never been back since
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| Big dog, smokin on cat piffs (cat piffs)
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| Started from the ground up, now look
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| Folk tryna blow the whistle on a foul crook
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| I’m a real street nigga ain’t no doubt about it
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| So I don’t even care when my album droppin'
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| Ridin' foreign, tourin' with a warrant
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| MVP on the bench still scorin'
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| Ain’t a blood but I’m bicken back being bool ('tell em)
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| Ball 'till you fall, burn a stack, be a fool
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| Lookin' out for my dog with my last hundred
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| While these niggas beg a bitch 'bout gas money
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| Draw guns like an artist
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| Air it out, hair down like a calm breeze
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| I’m a motherfuckin' livin' legend
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| While you has-beens reminiscin'
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| Gotta keep it trill with ya home team
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| Or keep an itchy finger on a chrome beam
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| Believe me, believe me
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| I’m that nigga, boy they love me in the streets
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| I’m not tryna find nobody else to beat
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| I’m the one they come to see because they all |