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| Ooh!
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| Ooh! |
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| Ooh!
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| Now we shinin' hard just like we wanna do
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| Grindin' day and night, so we can kick off our shoes
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| And there’s the glamorous life; |
| look what we made it to!
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| We some real live bosses, got 'em lookin' at you
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| We grind hard (oooh-ooh!) To play harder (oooh-ooh!)
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| We touch the stars (oooh-ooh!) That’s what they call us (oooh-ooh!)
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| We grind hard (oooh-ooh!) To fight 'em all off (oooh-ooh!)
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| We grind hard (oooh-ooh!) To play harder (oooh-ooh!)
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| Ha-ha! |
| Yo!
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| Twenty-four seven, three-six-five
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| If we ain’t breaking 'em down, then we lettin' 'em fly!
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| Nah — never I, always we
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| I came in the game dividin' the pies by three
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| Then we got famished, so we set standards
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| Very similar to the +Ten Crack Commandments+
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| Some couldn’t take it, others got lost and couldn’t make it
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| We wanted to floss, but couldn’t fake it!
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| The Hood embraced it, the rest is basic
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| No need to rush, be extra patient!
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| The new four-door Porsche is extra spacious
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| Same entourage, no extra faces!
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| Hands down, the best — no explanations!
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| And to the top is the next destination!
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| And ain’t no time-outs! |
| Death is the only time
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| We gonna sign-out! |
| So we gonna grind out!
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| What?!
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| Ha-ha! |
| Ugh! |
| Yeah! |
| Yo!
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| Top 5, Dead Or Alive’s what they consider him!
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| Soon as them things come in, we get rid of 'em
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| +Mo Money, Mo Problems+ - gotta live with 'em!
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| Only thing they care about is what you givin' 'em!
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| Not the energy that you wasted in the game
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| Or the tears that trickled down your face from the pain
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| The time your jaw cracked, you wasted the 'caine
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| Had to do two shifts to make it the same!
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| That all changed, as soon as you tasted the fame
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| And it was all worth it, after you made you a name
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| Thanks to Our Heavily Father
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| We fly on the jet now, 'stead of the charter
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| Leave a nice tip in the front for the gardener
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| Do a lot of listenin', so we stay smarter
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| Everybody’s a hero, when they get scarred-up
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| It’s my ball — check it up, y’all better guard-up!
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| Let’s go!
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| When we step up out that car
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| The whole damn world’s lookin' at us
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| Cause they knew what’s from before
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| Now we ain’t hurtin' no more
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| «You can bring me the bill, I’ll sign my name!»
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| Now we’re flyin' private planes and such
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| Lookin' like a million bucks
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| +You Can’t Tell Me Nothing!+ |