| Man, you sure you’re gettin money, B you ain’t gettin a dime
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| Y’all niggas is petty crooks, snatchin chains and pocket books
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| Who you been wit? |
| (Jive ass, money-go motherfuckers)
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| In this ghetto jurisdiction, some niggas are solid, while others are
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| Science fiction
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| Well respected, I’m connected to the roots and the trees, me familia’s
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| Thick
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| Flippin ki’s, dangerous, stay on top of broken ank-les
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| Kickin ghetto wit spang-les, so all places new to the game
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| MVP’s down to earth, niggas talkin 'bout ki’s
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| They gotta grab theirs first while my crew sittin
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| Sippin Cristal, puffin spinach in my villa
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| Money Boss nigga, bigger than your biggest coke dealer
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| We be the outspoken, no one hoes like calibre
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| Metal like Metallica, so cock your Mac 11's if your wit me
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| You ain’t sellin shit and you ain’t doin shit
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| You kills me, coke’s is steppin stones to big cars and homes
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| Impress me and buy a half brick o' D
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| Uptown NY, makin MVP’s
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| (There's only three ways out, so how you wanna play?)
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| If it ain’t real, it ain’t right |
| Grown men playing teenage games
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| Don’t gotta say no names
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| Musicians wanna be gangstas
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| Gangstas wanna be musicians
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| Two sides on all positions
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| So be what you witness
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| My everyday, seen a pocket full of green
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| As the sun beams on the QB and make it gleam
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| C notes and half Amir’s, break off and rubber bands
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| Jump and touch a class window, blacked out, black era
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| Is there a common wealth? |
| Twistin up a 20 for delf
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| If your AG’s then seize my peeps with the wealth
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| All players, big willies, big spenders and hustlers
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| Dice game, Five-0 break it up, wanna ???
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| Make some moves with this crab nigga
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| I knew he was a fake nigga
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| Got knocks, snitched up, switched up
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| Started turning state, caught a case
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| And I thought court offenders make the best story sayers
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| Money Boss Players
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| So you’s a hustler, you ain’t a hustler, you’s a gangsta
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| I bet’cha, and if you had cash would I sweat’cha?
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| You’re buggin, my street dialect ain’t soggin
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| Absolute, no jive, aiyo busters start in five
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| Don’t fuck with them and those cos they shallow |
| Chocolate weed be on my breath coppin Nike Air apparell
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| Comin thru blocks, rippin shit up like a vandal
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| We all can’t play, some of us face sport and Kangol
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| Roll dice, I’m nice, sippin half pints of courage
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| I heard, sellin coke is the only way to flourish
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| If the God ain’t got it, the God ain’t spendin
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| Po' niggas still po', them niggas they livin splendid |