| It’s all real talk baby
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| No question, uhh
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| When I do, what I do, there’s no competition
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| I’m number one, uhh, you’re only a customer
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| When it comes to the paper we chasin
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| Homey I stay with some — when you walkin in the presence of hustlers
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| When the whips come out, you know just what I’m 'bout
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| I’m havin fun, uhh, you’re only a customer
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| And the ice that I rock is oh so hot
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| You should get you some — when you walkin in the presence of hustlers
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| First of all, I switched the protocol
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| Been teachin 'em how to ball since Mike went «Off the Wall»
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| And furthermore, I’m a hustler to the core
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| I give you what you need, proceed to keep it raw
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| Your choice, you can live or die, either or
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| Have them candles and flowers by that bodega store
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| Life’s about choices so choose homeboy
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| 50 told me L, time to bring out the toys
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| So it’s Lambs and Maseratis, hotties with hard bodies
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| Ridin on Ducatis, toast to afterparty poppin
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| Cause my joint’s rockin, all the heads boppin
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| You know the apple’s ridin, that’s why the D’s watchin
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| I rock from party to party, backyard to yard
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| Ask around God~! |
| They tell you L goin hard
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| I got my mojo back, I’m seein mo' dough black
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| My face on promo wraps, I’m seein fo' mo' plaques
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| The way the paper stack, I’m okay with that
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| She’s so smart in my lap, she’s a brainiac
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| We roll around in the sack, laugh and spillin the 'gnac
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| I’m the dog killin the cat, ignorin the jack
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| This is flawless rap, you can’t call this whack
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| Where the ballers at? |
| Go 'head, throw up a stack
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| This is simply facts, I got the gift to mack
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| I take this to the max, what’chu know about that? |