| These niggas wanna see me Cuz of the way I shine
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| But it aint that easy
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| To get mine
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| You get ya ass laid down
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| Down?
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| The paint is peelin?
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| Now?
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| When the chips are down
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| Down?
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| You gotta lose all feelin
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| Now?
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| Your head goes round n? |
| round
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| Funny how the world revolves around my click
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| Cuz just a year ago a nigga ain? |
| t have shit (damn)
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| Me and my right hand share the same outfit
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| Which fueled the fire that I air the game out with (whoo)
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| It? |
| s amazing the way that boy came out quick
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| For that platinum niggas? |
| ll blows ya brains out, shit (bap)
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| I? |
| m the new nigga the others can? |
| t stand
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| The rubberband man be god damned if I can (oh)
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| Let another nigga fill my spot
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| If a niggas steal from me it? |
| s the steel I pop
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| I? |
| m on my grind so if you thought I chill, I? |
| m not
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| gon’stop lettin that steering peel on the block, why not?
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| Banks they think I? |
| m yayos replacement, nah
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| I borrowed his gunits to walk through the matrix
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| I? |
| m signed to the Doctor I ain? |
| t got no patience
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| So he put me with 50 Cent now I got a face lift
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| Magazines wanna know where they fuck L.A. been
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| It almost died in the same car Suge got grazed in 2001 I was playin my playstation
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| I heard 9 shots, I? |
| m face down with my heart pacing
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| All I could think about as hidin? |
| my gun and my drugs in the basement
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| It was either that or the state pen
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| I woke up out of that coma
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| Police waitin? |
| for a statement? |
| (heart monitor beeps to flatline)
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| Pass the weed and let a nigga get into a zone
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| Papa left me all alone in the world to roam
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| But now I? |
| m grown, millionaires on my cell phone
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| A year past now, caw dead and L gone
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| And I? |
| m sick, bought chopper with a long click
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| So think about that before you make your songs dick (dick)
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| Or lose a limb, please don? |
| t get me confused with him (uh uh)
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| Cause I? |
| m down to go a whole round, lose or win
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| If I should die, ride a G through the hood with pride (ride)
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| Every strip, block, and projects is on my side
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| I? |
| m ghetto calm by the 100 grand on my arms (arms)
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| Sick watching of a 100 grand on my charm (whoo)? |
| broke nigga |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song When The Chips Are Down , by - Lloyd Banks. Song from the album The Hunger For More, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп