| Ohhh-Ohhh-ooooh, do-do-do-dooooo-do-do-do-do-dooooo
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| Oooh-aaaah-oooooh-ooooooh
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| When I got money, everybody loves me
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| Ain’t Got no money, some niggas acting funny
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| And when I’m hungry, they can’t do nothing for me
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| That’s the way, the way it goes
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| Cos when I’m home they, say that they my homies
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| And when I’m gone then, they don’t even know me
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| Now I’m hot and, niggas wanna show me, Show me looove-
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| That’s the way it goes
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| I remember waking up to the sight of steel bars, it was dark
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| I couldn’t see the sun through the bars, freezin in the cell
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| I was trapped in these walls, no letter, no girl
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| Just the comfort of the walls
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| But the world dah’nt change, since the flow dah’nt change and
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| Everybody here now, that ain’t no name*
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| Lord protect me from my friends, I can deal with my enemies
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| But I ain’t sure who’s a friend or an enemy
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| Since the Smack DVD’s, everybody lovin' me
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| But when I was thirsty, they wouldn’t hawk-spit on me
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| Bitches poppin up, Wow, now they wanna get with me
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| Fifteen years, same bitches wasn’t missin me
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| Man it’s funny how, people act funny style
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| Niggas switch, when they think you getting money now
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| When the sun shines, niggas wanna come round
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| But they disappear, when that rain starts coming down
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| What’s good, different day, same shit
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| It’s amazing, how success change shit
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| Now niggas trying to, count what’s in my pocket
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| They be like «Can I hold», «Nah homie, I ain’t got it» (Damn)
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| You trying to cling to me, you ain’t deceiving me
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| And when I started, you niggas, y’a di’nt believe in me
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| Instead of support, y’all just hated
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| Said I’m too wild to rap, I ain’t supposed to make it
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| That’s fucked up yo', but I’m supposed to take it
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| No you got the nerve to act like, we related
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| Just yesterday, I couldn’t get a dime from nobody
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| Couldn’t get studio, time from nobody
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| Now you’re going to believe me, you told me I’m *wholebody
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| Did it myselfs dawg, we di’nt have nobody
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| Hustle Hard, we bout to *E-Ride
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| These leeched niggas hands out, looking for free rides
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| Yeah listen
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| I got family popping up, out of nowhere (oh yeah?)
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| Got a bunch of new cousins, coming out, all year
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| If I knew I had, this much love
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| Might have never hit the street, might have never sold drugs
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| Might have stayed up in school and, never popped guns
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| And been a better role model, for my own son
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| Where was you, when my life was needy
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| And my pops was high, my momma could not feed me
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| And the lights was off, and the block would tease me
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| You wasn’t there, when shit wasn’t easy
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| Before rap, niggas they’din’t hold it down
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| Since I’m hot, of course, everybody love me now |