| Don’t you wish you could be me?
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| Don’t you wish you could be me?
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| Don’t you wish you could be me?
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| Turn me up some, 665 plus one
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| I’m entitled to my money like a trust fund
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| Come up off the dubs, let me touch one
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| Drops on every corner like the way the city bus runs
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| You know that I’mma act a fool again and lick shots in unison
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| With crews of hooligans until you’re left with fewer friends
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| Catch me on the news, being interviewed, wearing your jewels
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| Saying «I saw it all, but I don’t know who the shooter is»
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| I revel in the infamy, Count made the symphony
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| You can’t fucks with it, then you really not a friend of me
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| Bullet hits your neck, travels all through your extremities
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| Make me feel sad, knowing murder not the remedy
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| But that’s the way it be on the block
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| Braveheart, stay sharp before you run out of clock
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| Cause there’s no halfsteppin', you’re either in or you’re not
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| And with the way the lips flap, you’re either kin or the cops, bitch
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| Don’t you wish you could be me?
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| Don’t you wish you could be me?
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| Don’t you wish you could be me?
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| Don’t you wish you could be me?
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| Don’t you wish you could be me?
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| Don’t you wish you could be me?
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| So what’s the drill, kiddo, Ay yo, the black talon separates
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| The breeze like a whistle, shootin' flame out the Navi' window
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| Call the whip Zippo, Leave you crippled
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| We could do it in the park or after dark at the cribbo
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| Finesse invested, roll around in suits double-breasted
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| Whips foreign and domestic, bubble-butted shorty’s big-chested
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| Blessed on the mic majestic
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| I keep it so filthy that the mic septic
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| We can throw hands, golden gloves, I got the marvelous molly-whop
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| The way I lick shots, I call it double-barrelled lollipops
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| Ugly blow spots just like a molotov
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| And I’mma stay rich 'til the fuckin' coffin drops
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| Ay yo, I walk around with mostly large rifles for survival
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| Cause «death walks hand-in-hand with struggle», Stokely Carmichael
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| Bitch, give me my mothafuckin' money, bitch!
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| Don’t you wish you could be me, bitch?
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| Don’t you wish you could be me?
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| Don’t you wish you could be me?
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| Don’t you wish you could be me?
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| Yeah, Mista Thug Isolation
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| Don’t you wish you could be me punk? |
| Ho? |