| So what, we smoke blunts together
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| Maybe shot guns, together
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| So what, we might’ve once run together
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| Sold a few pounds, so what, we might’ve once been down
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| Or maybe even cool right now
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| So what, we from the same block and sold the same rocks
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| We love Biggie, we both love Pac
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| So what, we from the same hood, and up to no good
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| I suggest ya’ll knock on wood
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| Wanna smile in my face, then go talkin' that trash
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| At the end of the day, yo, I still got cash
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| I got money to burn, to see what’s real, and who’s fake
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| Yo I’m very well learned, know a man from a snake
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| Enemies are friends, and friends become enemies
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| These are just a few of my guaranteed remedies
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| You can trust me about as far as you can throw me
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| For the record, S.M.D., you don’t know me
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| What up sweetheart? |
| You wanna taste my dart
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| And at the end of the day, maybe steal ya heart
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| Nah, don’t say nothin', girl, play your part
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| And where the finish line, you don’t know from the start
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| Yo, don’t think about marryin', or baby you’ll be carryin'
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| I’m not ya average Joe, Moe, Tom, Dick or Harry in
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| It’s bout a buck, or a quick simple fuck
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| Maybe babies just start talkin' shit outta luck
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| Maybe one night stand, maybe jump in the van
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| You don’t know me, but ready yet to cheat on ya man
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| What you don’t understand, bitch, you don’t know me
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| And that goes for all of ya’ll bitches, you could blow me
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| Congratulations, I heard you got the deal
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| Take a number and welcome to the game, it’s for real
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| Surprise it’s all recoupable, everything they gave you
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| Nobody said nothin', but the paper wasn’t stapled
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| Sign on the X, maybe buy you a Lex'
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| Maybe get you some sex, move you out in the jets
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| You never know what’s next, best Protect Ya Necks
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| Ain’t a damn thing changed, show the game respect
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| Well oiled machines, and money hungry fiends
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| You can sell your soul and be a part of the team
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| You’re a number in a stack, like a player in his back
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| If you don’t make hits, it’s a wrap, it’s a wrap…
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| What kinda sales are you seein'? |
| They don’t care about ya well bein'
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| Or how’s ya crew and how’s ya family doin'
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| Yo, labels look at artists like they just another number
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| Sell ya dreams and tell you anything, just to take you under
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| Ya’ll don’t know me
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| Never will |