| I used to sell crack rock
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| But now I’m an MC
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| I put the rhymes to beats
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| I used to slang them rocks
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| I used to sell crack rocks
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| But now I’m an MC
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| I put the rhymes to beats
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| I used to move them rocks
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| Check this out
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| It went from 10 dollar power
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| To cash on the top
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| With plastic under that
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| I made a gain of scratch
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| Kilo’s two a week
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| Through the street
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| Could ya picture my voice
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| Pushin over sick beats
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| I be the first nigga rappin
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| My shit did really happen
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| Drunk drivin while I’m 415'in
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| Sideways to the could of would of should of
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| And in the first
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| But have the first get it worst
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| He did’nt have a nigga, with the real pedigre
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| Her baby in this shit
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| But I’m so Ol' G
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| Fell threw it, True to it
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| How could I be new to a nigga if I’m hipin you threw it
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| When you blew to it
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| Like my nigga’s say «Greed»
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| Could speak on but can’t stay a week on it
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| Chop and Ounze down, and take a walk with me
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| I’ll show you what I did before I was an MC
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| I used to sell crack rock
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| But now I’m an MC
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| I put the rhymes to beats
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| I used to move them rocks
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| I used to sell crack rocks
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| But now I’m an MC
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| I put the rhymes to beats
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| I used to slang them rocks
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| {*police alarms*) Now the little things in your hair
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| See the man, in the south
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| Turn around and throw them in your mouth
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| Don’t swallow, unless we brake and he follow
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| It’s the last resource to keep your ass outta court
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| No support
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| Let’s blow the reefer
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| Out here it’s cheaper
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| To hook my nigga up with the greefer
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| My bad
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| See the ones that look like front teeth
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| You snatch three this nigga bout to hit you with the 50
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| You slip 10, but don’t let that small money
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| Be the reason you never see tall money
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| It’s all money
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| The quicker the roll
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| The quicker the cock
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| The quicker the cock
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| You relize the game don’t stop
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| You loose a 100
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| And we ain’t walked half a block
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| Money movin faster then the hands on your clock
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| Now you see what pops
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| On these California blocks
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| Before I was a rapper
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| I was that nigga sellin rocks
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| I used ta sell crack rock
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| But now I’m an MC
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| I put the rhymes to beats
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| I used to move them rocks
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| I used ta sell crack rocks
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| But now I’m an MC
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| I put the rhymes to beats
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| I used to move them rocks
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| I used ta sell crack rock
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| But now I’m an MC
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| I put the rhymes to beats
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| I used to move them rocks
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| I use to move them
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| I use to be a hustler man
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| You understand me
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| Sad shit
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| That a nigga had to do that
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| Where did ya put the scrilla
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| I used to sell rocks
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| You understand me
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| And then uh the rap thing kicked in
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| And now a mothafucka doin that
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| You don’t quit one job till ya get anther
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| Belive that
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| I used ta sell crack rock
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| But now I’m an MC
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| I put my voice to beats
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| You understand me
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| I used ta slang crack rock
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| But now nigga
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| I put my rhymes to beats
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| I used ta slang them rocks
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| Real real dumb
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| Real real dumb |