| Sort of like Malcolm at the Audubon
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| They coming for me, time is money no Audemar
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| See bar-for-bar, I keep it pushing no R&R
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| No foreign broads and no promotion for foreign cars
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| The game is ours, let’s keep it funky who said he was
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| Like Staten Island, Italians bleed spaghetti sauce
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| If y’all ain’t shaking or stacking than y’all already lost
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| Already cross the light, Christ I’m ready for em
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| Plus anybody that saying no, I’m taking numbers
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| I’m taking names, I’ll take your chain take this hunger
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| Pain, pain, pain
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| Then you feel the thunder and rain I don’t talk it like the rainbow
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| I get it done and the game y’all
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| Do me a favor, don’t ever play with my ball
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| Never been a player-hater I just ain’t playing with y’all
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| You watching lame but look I’m taking the charge
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| Going hard will get you two shots now I’m facing the charge
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| Fire up the la let’s go take a ride
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| They might catch you by surprise if you let em slide
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| But if you’re built for this shit then you might survive
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| Guess I’ll see you when you wake up on the other side
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| Fire up the la let’s go take a ride
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| They might catch you by surprise if you let em slide
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| But if you’re built for this shit then you might survive
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| Guess I’ll see you when you wake up on the other side
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| Sort of like Mike at the United Center
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| Madison Square, Boston Garden I straight ignite on niggas
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| Lil' nigga your raps ain’t no fire, that shit’ll collapse so don’t try
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| I scribble and scratch down in my pad that no lie
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| That no fake, that uncut, that straight drop, what the fuck
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| I’m pulled over by the jakes, a twenty-eight up in my nuts
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| For em took away in cuffs I’d rather lay up in the dust
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| Feel like fuck a friend a hundred million haters ain’t enough
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| Twist it up
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| Life is a blunt and the world is my ash tray
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| I got them quarters and them halves just meet me like halfway
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| And I need a hundred percent of my profit ain’t fucking with half pay
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| Ain’t taking no shorts or losses bitch we ain’t fronting no tag day
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| As I can recollect, praying to God this dope’ll stretch
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| Turn mobster warners, work these corners like P90X
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| Chilling and waiting, patient retaliation just ain’t find me yet
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| I’ll take it into Heaven, you couldn’t buy me that, remind me that
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| Fire up the la let’s go take a ride
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| They might catch you by surprise if you let em slide
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| But if you’re built for this shit then you might survive
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| Guess I’ll see you when you wake up on the other side
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| Fire up the la let’s go take a ride
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| They might catch you by surprise if you let em slide
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| But if you’re built for this shit then you might survive
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| Guess I’ll see you when you wake up on the other side
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| It’s the world’s worst, quick to snatch your man purse
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| And leave your body head first in the stretched hearse
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| Murder she wrote, I’m known to spit a killer verse
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| And leave a player blood spilling on his linen shirt
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| You can Google my name but you ain’t gotta search
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| I’m right here in the streets, I’m putting in work
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| Go ahead, fuck around and get your feelings hurt
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| Or, you can get carried outta your local church
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| I’m from the old school, I do my own dirt
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| Mama raised no fool, I did my own work
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| Keep your wifey close, she’s a little flirt
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| I knew her since '03, I hit the bitch first
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| I’m the reason why your baby mama water burst
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| I’ve been marvelous since birth, you can ask my Earth
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| It’s not a problem to show you how the shotty work
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| I put your body in the dirt, but what the dollars worth
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| Fire up the la let’s go take a ride
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| They might catch you by surprise if you let em slide
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| But if you’re built for this shit then you might survive
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| Guess I’ll see you when you wake up on the other side
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| Fire up the la let’s go take a ride
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| They might catch you by surprise if you let em slide
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| But if you’re built for this shit then you might survive
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| Guess I’ll see you when you wake up on the other side |