| -Check this out
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| -You a playa if you got bitches and blunts in your house, right?
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| (right right)
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| -but you a motherfuckin' TRU g,
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| if you get the muffins and she pay for the trees
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| -Understand what I’m sayin', nigga you feel me?
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| -Ya'll Captain Kirk ass niggaz ain’t gonna survive
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| in this 97 space age hustle
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| (so what you sayin'?)
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| Ya’ll live for bitches and blunts
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| We live for weed and money
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| I stack greens like cheese
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| Smoke weed with g’s
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| Sell cream to fiends
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| And roll with beams
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| Playa haters can’t take me, hungry bitches can’t break me
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| God you made me, but ain’t no man gone fade me
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| Got me deep in this game, some niggaz don’t change
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| Have mercy on P, just tryin' to have change
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| In my pockets I’m knockin', the feds can’t stop me
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| Most hoes they jock me, I got knots in my pockets
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| Caviar and bitches, 6−4 and switches
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| Champagne and riches, but cooking keys in kitchens
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| Mansions with marble floors, knocking off chocolate hoes
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| Boots with ignition, Ferraris and drop rolls
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| I live with killers, dealers and TRU niggaz
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| No Limit guerrilas, mercenary killers
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| Beat’s by the Pound, haters get clowned
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| Gone worldwide, but true to the underground
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| Blow coheva blunts, keep e’m rollin' up
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| Got your bitch fiening bro, P meaning what
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| I scream with riches, tag teaming with bitches
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| 96 we went gold, haters thought we was finished
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| 97 went platinum, now they screaming NO LIMIT
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| TRU niggaz don’t fall off this only the beginning
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| Coming up for what, making hella bucks
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| Niggaz getting bumped or what, counting cash up
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| Got this game sewed up, niggaz straight up no cut
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| But ya’ll couldn’t fuck with us, ya’ll couldn’t fuck with us
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| Swingin' like Titanic, niggaz see us and panic
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| After big bucks no whami, on our way to the grammy
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| Ya’ll couldn’t fuck with killers, they call us dealers
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| Niggaz livin' for scrilla, banking with peelas
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| Army fatigues, niggaz straight like g’s
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| Livin' like soldiers with g’s, soldiers at ease
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| Slangin' fuckin' tapes like keys, swang 'em just like keys
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| From Richmond to New Orleans, we be ballin'
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| Keep them bitches down on they knees, keep 'em on they knees
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| Got them smokin' on our weed, but not for free
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| Ya’ll live for bitches and blunts
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| I live for weed to make money
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| Man I want so much cash when I wake up in the mornin'
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| I can’t even much count it
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| Silkk the Shocker, or should I say
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| The black Frank Nitty see,
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| Oz’s to make g’s
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| the mayor gave me and P keys to the city
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| Livin' an American dream
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| 5 karats on my pinky ring
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| Ladies wanna make love to me
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| Niggaz wanna look at me all mean
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| But it’s aaight cause you still wonder
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| I don’t want your old lady
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| But she still flip me the number, I wish she’d flip me some money
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| See um, it’s aight to have cash and thangs
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| Ghetto millionares to live fashion man
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| 600 we gonna be smashin' man
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| But since I can’t spend no bitches
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| So I need some cash and thangs |