| My click, don’t sweat it
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| Here we come nigga, CMG on the rise check it
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| It’s been a long time, but we bringing it back
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| This for the gangstas on the streets, still dressed in black
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| For the gangstas in the Penn, still dressed in white
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| Hold your head young nigga, everything’s alright
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| It don’t matter what they do, still love my peeps
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| You can hustle all night, but respect the streets
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| It’s a picture out there, and I’m seeing it clear
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| Told my click step it up man, cause this our year
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| Load up the tour bus, yeah we rolling again
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| Feeling good bout my fam, it’s just me and my men
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| Yeah we loc’d up, the trunk smoked up
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| This for cowards on the streets, yeah they choked up
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| They thought we broke up, but we came back
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| And I’ma twist another fat one, out the do' sack
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| I blow my wig back, and continue to mash
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| Cause it’s all about the road trips, and getting that cash
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| Take a second look, niggas nuts took
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| Bout to turn another page, in the gangsta book
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| And this life ain’t fair, so I just don’t care
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| We ain’t got to come back, cause we ain’t went nowhere, what
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| We coming, we coming back
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| We coming back, when it’s time to attack
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| The black Mack don’t slack, and he don’t know how to act
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| We coming, we coming back
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| We coming back, putting hits on the rack
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| Moving bricks of crack, because it’s like that uh
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| Tighten up your defense, for the fourth quarter
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| Ain’t no games being played, we done got smarter
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| Every inch every yard, cause it count from here
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| CMG on the move, baby have no fear
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| We gon take it to the max, cause it’s still our year
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| And boys be talking down, got the wrong idea
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| We done stepped up my man, to the plate this time
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| Get a grip don’t slip, 'fore you fall behind
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| I do it rhyme for rhyme, write it line for line
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| I remember on the corner, going dime for dime
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| Going rock for rock, going lick for lick
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| Fifty pack whole sales, trying to get to a brick
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| Now I’m in the rap world, and I’m ripping it hard
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| Got my family back together man, thanks to the Lord
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| They don’t wanna talk to me though, still wanna do me though
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| Off the block to the streets, straight to the studio
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| Getting paid, trying to get rich
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| You know the game might change, but I just don’t switch
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| And I just don’t snitch, and that’s a real true fact
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| Watch yourself lil' whodi, cause we bout to come back, what |