| My rap city just goes to show
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| How street a nigga is
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| I’ve been chose to expose
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| How weak a niggas is
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| You mothafucka’s is peasant
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| You wait til' I’m in prison
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| Baby shit and pissin' his pants as soon as I gave him the dezzie
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| Yah, robbery once, conspiracy murder too
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| Before I spoken my name, I never heard it do
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| No time to piss em' off
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| 'Cause I slide on one of these hoes
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| She sprinkle coke on my dick, then she sniff and lick it off
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| Why you so kickin?
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| Take a pill, maybe shut the fuck up and suck me
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| Hit the streets til' I come and get my coke money
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| Up until I die
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| I can’t say it’s in my blood, it’s just a trade that I learned here,
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| runnin' through the slums
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| Last night was a pain
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| Bitches was playin' crazy and shit
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| Don’t sound like I fuck with more than 50. C? |
| (Shit)
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| On my way to your borough, gettin' beat
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| Try’na figure out how much money I spent
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| Yuh, you can’t stop
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| You can’t stop her game
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| You can’t stop her game, baby
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| And we ain’t lovin' these hoes no more, they all want us to change
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| And all you mothafucka’s is lame
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| Desert Eagle will blow out your brains, baby
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| Thought that it was over but no-o
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| (Oh, oh, o-oh) |