| A lot of people like to call this a game, but I ain’t playin'
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| I ain’t on the guestlist, and I ain’t payin
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| You’ll still see me in the spot, but I’m just sayin'
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| You know, I’m kinda special, So you can say it’s nothin'
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| Any time I get it crackin' man, I do it like it’s nothin'
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| From Scarborough to Pakistan, Some niggas know it’s nothin'
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| Oh yeah, that’s with or without a backing
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| Mr. Action, yo, I make it happen
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| Catch the kid floating like a corn pop in a bowl of milk
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| Three quarters leather and suede, One quarter silk
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| Built mathematically correct, like a pyramid
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| So my physical line up with the stars on a mirror grid
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| Any time you hear I did what I’m known to do
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| Big shows, judge shit, down like a cold and gloom
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| Close shorty, I’ve never done what I’m supposed to do
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| And somehow I’m still alive after going through
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| All the stupid bullshit and the drama
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| I’m from the bottom, you y’all can’t phase me with a prima
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| So I’m still plottin with my dick up a vagina
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| Cause it was either this or trying to stick up a diner
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| Like everybody hit the fuckin' floor
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| El Placa shut the door
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| Greedy good bags, hit the fucking draw
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| Cause when I’m moody I usually brutally
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| Manuevre like my medulis hoola hooping around my noodle, see
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| I’m from a hood where they watch what you got
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| What you have, what you don’t
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| What you bout, what you not
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| What you sayin, whether it’s nothin'
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| Or you’re saying a lot
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| Whether you’re a square with a job or you hot
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| Trying to move up to a queen size from a cot
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| Sneakin' on the back of the bus or got a car in the lot
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| Cause there’s a lot of frauds in the dock
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| Tryin to talk like they walk the walk, they ain’t got
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| I’m from the pre-B.E.T. |
| era
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| Hustling was never a fad, I needed guap
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| Single moms, no pop, raised by the block
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| See it in my bop, I’m probably never gonna stop
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| Until the CN tower wobble and drop, tipping that Smirnoff
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| Eyes red like the terminator with his skin off
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| Cause everybody know the boy get to brawlin
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| And bring heat to the track like the Olympic Torch falling |