| Yo Mac nigga
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| The only reason I’m telling you this nigga
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| Cuz I care 'bout you nigga
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| I wanna see you ball til' you fall nigga, but you know what
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| You know what come with muthafuckin' money and fame?
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| Muthafuckin' enemies, and niggas hatin'
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| You see, you rich now nigga, but ahh
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| Dead men can’t spend no muthafuckin' money
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| Keep yo' eyes on yo' enemies, and watch your friends
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| See money get you power, but it also get you dead
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| Keep yo' eyes on yo' enemies, and watch your friends
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| See money get you sex, but it also get you dead
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| Keep yo' eyes on yo' enemies, and watch your friends
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| See money get you respect, but it also get you dead
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| Keep yo' eyes on yo' enemies, and watch your friends
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| See money brang power, but that’s why it gets you dead
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| You see a wise man told me to keep your eyes on a sparrow
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| And don’t get caught up like my lil' homies Harrold and Darryl
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| You see, this shit ain’t the same nigga
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| Times done changed
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| How many homies out there chasin' fortune and fame
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| You see, a richeous man, he learns to preach and uhh
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| Intelligent man, he love to teach
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| But these ghetto wars got us trapped in
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| Crack sells, 1−8-7, 2−1-1's, even the state pen
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| The penitentury ain’t no place for me
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| God, won’t yah hear me, make a way for me
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| And to my homies that are gone, I hope they rest in peace
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| And we gon' ball til' we fall why we roll the streets
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| Somebody ask me how it feel to have change
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| How I feel to be a major muthafucka in this game
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| I’ll told them, let the sunshine turn to rain
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| In other words, that’s cool but a lot of shit I can’t explain
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| Bitches say they love me, but I can’t really believe 'em
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| Who wouldn’t wanna love me, I got money and I’m succedin'
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| Them bitches got niggas, niggas got bitches, they be plottin'
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| You show 'em your crib
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| Next week they kickin' in yo' spot
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| And it’s a shame when niggas bust your brains with the stripes
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| It seems like I’m the only nigga trippin' on my life
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| At night I say my prays with my vest on
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| My triggas under my pillows
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| I’m even scared to get my rest on
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| Runnin' with them killas that’ll ride for me, die for me
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| Open fire for me, wouldn’t lie to me
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| I watch my back, I watch my front
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| I watch them niggas, I watch them bitches
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| In fact I think they all tryna kill Mac
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| Wooooo
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| Uggggggghhh! |