| These niggas acting like a nigga never paid his dues
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| But all the while, these faggots would of walked up in my shoes
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| Exotic whips, they see me in, they think it’s fun and games
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| Like I ain’t have to struggle on the corner slinging 'caine
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| Crackhead short with it, pay me when it first came
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| And bet that ass that I was on 'em when the first came
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| A far cry from the fortune and the fucking fame
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| Snot nose rappers coming at me, is you fucking playing?
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| I got a icebox where my heart used to be
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| Shit, we can get into some gangsta shit, it’s cool with me
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| Been through it all, ain’t that much that you can do to me
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| I feel you baby, you just fronting for publicity
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| Front page pose for this nine milli'
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| I suppose, you know how it go, don’t act silly
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| With a blow, leave 'em froze, yeah, it’s a cold city
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| Only fucks with my homeys, stood in the cold with me
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| Now pour the Henny
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| Don’t worry 'bout me, I’m right where I’m 'posed to be
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| Mad at me, cuz they not where they think they should
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| I’m here, I’m there, I’m in your hood
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| Late night creeping, cuz you know I could
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| And if we get it on, then it’s meant to be
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| I’m smiling at the judge, when he sentenced me
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| My IQ high, ain’t no testing me
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| Straight N.Y., nigga, every breath of me
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| The money and the drugs, freak hoes or the whips
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| I’m a boss, I can recognize how real the shit could get
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| CSI got 'em bugging, I ain’t leave a fucking print
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| Not a shell, I ain’t even tell my bottom ass bitch
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| If the world could talk, probably clap before the walls could talk
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| Call me crazy, Don Bishop in this muthafucka, boy
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| Get it right, get it twisted, they be knocking down your door
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| Early morn', at ya mama house, praying to the lord
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| What my baby done did now, your baby ain’t a baby
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| He done left a nigga down, loyal money, no bomb
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| Quick he need a speedy trail, call my dunny, need to find out
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| Who running they fucking mouth, find that muthafucka
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| Cuz you know we gotta take 'em out, I ain’t trynna sit around
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| Seeing how it plays out, I need some answers
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| And I need 'em for the days out, for they hammer ass
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| Up in super max, no breaking out |