| What?!
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| HA-HAAAEEH! | 
| Uhh, ah yeah
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| HA-HAAAEEH!
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| Yeah, Ghost…
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| Just Blaze!
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| (We don’t ride how you niggas ride)
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| Politics to the side, no one sicker than I
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| First the devil will try to conquer (then he’ll divide)
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| It’s my job as a man (to forever provide)
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| What’s the meaning of livin' (since you barely survive?)
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| If you came from the dirt (now you touching the sky)
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| You keep fucking with me (you must be rushing to die)
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| So you better decide ('cause it’s better to ride)
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| I’m 2 slots after the 3rd dead or alive
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| (You can give me the racks instead of the shine)
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| 'Cause I been doin' what I been doin' ahead of my time
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| (If you ain’t hearin' what I’m doin' you better rewind)
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| The only thing I’m scared of doin' is federal time
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| (I sold crack out the building, several dimes)
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| And I done counted up a million several times
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| (Gold plated Desert Eagles, incredible nines)
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| Better flows, better fabrics, better designs
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| (Family and loyalty) then the cheddar’s behind
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| (I put some money on ya head) or some bread on ya mind
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| (We a problem alone) but we better combined
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| (Do it for those not here) and forever confined
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| (And we ain’t promised tomorrow) so let’s treasure the times
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| (And we ain’t givin' it away) so let’s measure the lines
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| (So keep killin' these niggas) pleasure is mine
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| (We get better with time) so you better resign
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| (Yeah) before death be the treasure you find
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| We don’t care
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| Cuban link, Rollie affair
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| Roof missin', blowin' smoke in the air (HA-HAAAEEH!)
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| Freaky women and Benjamins, soldiers was here
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| You know it’s lit 'cause you know we was there
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| And oh yeah, we don’t care
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| Throw a gun in the sky, get ya money and slide
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| But keep in mind, still ride or die
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| (What really make you the top 5?) Cannot lie
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| Dead or alive, you cannot find bars better than mine
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| (Go head and ask the other 4)
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| The tip of the gun is hotter than the oven door
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| (Get baked 'cause I’m half baked)
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| Boss of the mob (you just a protege like Billy Bathgate)
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| Prototype car at the crib 'cause the cash straight
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| (Boss don dada) wa-dadda-dang
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| Listen to my 9 millimeter go bang
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| Heroin and cocaine with Hov' (chilled with Dame)
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| I got a gold (chain) and then them hoes (came)
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| Yup (red bottoms), the head got him
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| (You don’t wanna hear ya homeboys name and) the Feds got him
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| (Niggas caught him slippin') hit him, the lead got him
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| T5DOA (G5 Benz truck)
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| When I was 19, I said I could sell a key a day
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| (It ain’t hard work if the white hard, spot jump)
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| And I’m jumpin' in just like a lifeguard (on the deep end)
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| What you know 'bout 50 on a weekday (100 on the weekend?)
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| (Ya heard, man?
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| No we ain’t Jeezy and Baby, but we Snowman and Birdman)
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| Manteca Jada, Perico Pinero
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| Any further questions, you speak to the barrel
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| We don’t care
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| Cuban link, Rollie affair (what?!)
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| Roof missin', blowin' smoke in the air
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| Freaky women and Benjamins, soldiers was here
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| You know it’s lit 'cause you know we was there
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| And oh yeah, we don’t care
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| Throw a gun in the sky, get ya money and slide
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| But keep in mind, still ride or die
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| (You know I’m the Top 5, what?!) |