| Ain’t that something?
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| Ain’t that something?
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| People really out here dyin' 'cause they tryin' to see who bluffin'
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| And they really want beef off another man’s assumption
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| You can keep on having problems, bitch
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| I’ll keep on making money
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| What you tryin' to prove?
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| No worth to lose
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| No work to move
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| No dirt to do
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| It hurts to lose
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| See, life’s a risk, one chance you get
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| This consciousness won’t live again
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| And that’s a fact
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| And that’s a wrap, bitch, rap shit
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| You don’t want a problem
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| There’s a reason XIII countin' commas
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| Let me make it clear
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| You don’t really want drama
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| Fuck around with me and you won’t make it to the next summer
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| Fuck around with me and you won’t even it see it comin'
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| Skylights go dim when the Prince pass judgment
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| No time for regrets, end it all so sudden
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| That’s life every day where they say it’s so sunny
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| You know I got the blade if you see me out in public
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| But, I don’t want no problems, I ain’t finna get hustled
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| People really out here dyin' 'cause they tryin' to see who bluffin'
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| Which is why I stay inside and crack a bottle, get to buzzin'
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| Ain’t that something?
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| Ain’t that something?
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| People really out here dyin' 'cause they tryin' to see who bluffin'
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| And they really want beef off another man’s assumption
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| You can keep on having problems, bitch
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| I’ll keep on making money |