| Aaaaaaaw Yeah, Y’all know what’s up with this right here. |
| No playa
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| Haters allowed so everybody’s not invited. |
| So y’all got to keep y’all
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| Distance. |
| Mind your own, you’ll live long. |
| Yeah. |
| Check me out
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| (1st Verse):
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| These jealous mental cowards got they eyes closed
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| They didn’t see me creeping up from behind they want to be me
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| But I ain’t trippin, sippin on something 90 proof
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| ]From the floor to the roof, I spit this game to youth
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| By any means, dreams of being a lot more than poor
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| If you ain’t helping your family, then what you living for?
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| You’d rather talk about the next man, like a busta
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| Fool, don’t make me reach out and touch ya
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| Then never sleep again, just comprehend, don’t playa hate
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| And real ballers keep their pagers on vibrate
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| Never try to floss and show off your stacking
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| On the low, that’s if you wanna stay away from the popos
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| Known to attract heat like DeNiro, scandalous federalies
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| Got their eyes on the whole state of Cali
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| You wanna be a playa in this game but you gonna watch me win it
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| Trying to escape reality… in four minutes
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| Four minutes of funk-Get off your rump-move your bottom off the tree
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| Stump-ladies looking pretty, from city to city-and now I’m getting down
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| To the nitty gritty
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| ]From the bottom to the top, top to the bottom, come on Bullet Loc and
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| Get funky while we got 'em
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| (2nd verse):
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| Gas or cash, ain’t no free ride
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| Felony got love coming from both sides
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| About to blow it up and that’s on me, Ready to bring it on
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| Man y’all gon' see, I tell my homie to give me a refill
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| Cause I don’t give a damn, they got me standing on porkchop hill
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| With the most of my mind gone, just because a youngsta wanna get his
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| Grind on — Fool kill that!
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| I’m trying to feed my household, what should I do?
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| To survive, I got to work for you?
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| Increase the minumum wage, but you will never make me happy
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| Huh, but a real nigga keep it nappy, Yeah so I connect
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| With E-A-Ski for bomb songs, when they hear the record they wanna sing
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| Along, my business straight now the industries about to be dealed
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| Soon as I hit the world up with four minutes
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| (3rd verse)
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| And if you ever say you can see me, it don’t compute
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| It’s like walking through hell with a gasoline package suit
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| I’m unfadable with this and about to show ya, time’s up
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| I’m about to overthrow ya, it was nice to know ya
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| I’m comin' with it to move 'em all, Never be no coward
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| Keep hitting your enemy unil they fall y’all
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| And to my females that’s never faking and paper chasing
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| Time is just too valuable to be wasting
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| On the independent stroke or with a?
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| I’m down with ya, let’s put our heads together and now we get richer
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| We got to get it while it’s good to get
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| Let’s put it down, hit em up by suprise and then we leave town
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| Don’t you like the sound of that? |
| Him skinny and me fat
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| Count it up and split it 50/50 back at the flat
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| To the end we represent-we in it to win it
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| Trying to escape reality in four minutes |