| That’s what they tellin me, switch up your melody
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| Through with misdemeanors, they tryin to give rappers felonies
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| So they can lock us up one at a time
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| But true writers stay FREE in e’ry one of our lines
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| And if you not feelin I’m the cream of the crop
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| I’ll KNOCK rappers off your list 'til I get to the top!
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| Still you lookin at a man that’s financially stable
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| Only man gettin checks cut from four different labels
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| That Pillsbury dough, women poke my guts
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| Still I walk around the streets like I’m broke as FUCK
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| So if you see me in your town and I appear to be moody
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| It’s cause I’m thinkin 'bout plans that’s bigger than Serena booty
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| Me and Shaka still starvin and lookin for meals
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| And HEADS UP! |
| Shyne poe is almost out of his deal
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| I’m over ten million sold, every album is CRACK
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| And for now I’m bout to carry Def Jam on my BACK
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| Mad rappers I hear you talkin way down at the bottom
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| Though I make big money, still handle small problems
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| The ramblin at the mouth, I don’t PLAY THAT SHIT
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| I’m the best and I ain’t really got SAY THAT SHIT! |