| Yo, I call my connect, get it sent across the border
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| Chop it up, bag it in bundles of all quarters
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| I might just hold it and sell weight
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| Have my shit pumpin all across the tristate
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| Nigga I’ma gangsta, I’m the word to define great
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| You’s a old-timer, you a hustler design late
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| Shit, I got my own company, why should I hate?
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| My paper long as fuck, high as a pie steak
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| And my cell phone never ring, it just vibrate
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| Did a couple years in the pen, I don’t sign state
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| A nigga had a brick and the stash on the highway
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| I’m always on time like Ja Rule and Ashanti
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| Ya boy on the grind like it’s Friday to friday
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| A nigga like me cherish days like I’m Sade
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| No time for the bullshit, no time for the foul play
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| Now I’ma boss, I’ma do this shit my way
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| So nigga what you want?
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| I got my own company, why should I hate?
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| My paper long as fuck, high as Empire State
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| And my cell phone never ring, it just vibrate
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| Did a couple years in the pen, I don’t sign state
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| I got my own company, why should I hate?
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| My paper long as fuck, high as Empire State
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| And my cell phone never ring, it just vibrate
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| Did a couple years in the pen, I don’t sign state
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| Yo, yo, I got that work that the Africans stepped on
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| The pope blessed on, the 2 for 5's the whole hood slept on
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| Dough kept growin', toes never got stepped on
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| Nowadays, nigga recognized I’m a real don
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| Since Big passed, is when the fame and the thrill’s gone
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| Left 3 mill on the block, and I’m still on
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| Niggas see my face when the real’s on
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| I do the stealin, but I never get stoled on
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| My life is like Cash Money bitch when I roll on
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| And anytime I lay wit a bitch is wit no clothes on
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| It’s hard doin' right, cuz all my life I did so wrong
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| Pissed, I popped shit like Monica, I’m so gone
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| After fame comes success, now that my team’s strong
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| Nowadays, I don’t need a shoulder to lean on
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| Just put me in the booth, give me a mic to scream on
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| And any gun I pack got its infrared beam on
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| So nigga what you want?
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| I got my own company, why should I hate?
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| My paper long as fuck, high as Empire State
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| And my cell phone never ring, it just vibrate
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| Did a couple years in the pen, I don’t sign state
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| I got my own company, why should I hate?
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| My paper long as fuck, high as Empire State
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| And my cell phone never ring, it just vibrate
|
| Did a couple years in the pen, I don’t sign state
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| I got my own company, why should I hate?
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| My paper long as fuck, high as Empire State
|
| And my cell phone never ring, it just vibrate
|
| Did a couple years in the pen, I don’t sign state
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| I got my own company, why should I hate?
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| My paper long as fuck, high as Empire State
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| And my cell phone never ring, it just vibrate
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| Did a couple years in the pen, I don’t sign state
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| Why should I hate
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| High as Empire State
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| It just vibrate
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| I don’t sign state |