| Cocaine residue, bitch, clean them pots out
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| Never seen pure, bitch? |
| This what rappers talk 'bout
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| Eyes are the windows to the soul, look in my house
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| I’m the brains of the operation, duct tape your mom mouth
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| Crime route, yeah I took it, I grew up a ballplayer
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| Feed my fuel to the air like a carburetor
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| Half my homies went to the league, I went to county jail
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| Twin towers and a spur, but I’m out on bail
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| I don’t tell, do the time for me and my crimey
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| Need all the flash in my face like a ID
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| Rodney, I’m a junior and a shooter
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| Bring the thunder, shit, okay, see you do it sooner
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| Man, I grew up in them 'partments where my granny was the landlord
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| And the windows had bars like a metaphor
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| Basketball, I lurked in the alley, we played half-court
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| No net, just a rim and a backboard
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| Oh, them apartments
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| From apartments to the projects
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| Grew up living in apartments
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| Every day was just like a contest
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| Same difference in them apartments
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| Same difference in every hood I been in
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| Ah, livin' in them apartments (All my niggas, all my niggas)
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| Ah, my niggas in apartments, 'ments
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| All my niggas in the pen (All my niggas, all my niggas)
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| Caught 'em living in them apartments
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| All them losses taught us to win (Oh-oh, shit)
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| I was 'bout three years old when I met Luda
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| Not Chris, Liu Kang, come and kick it with a trooper
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| Lauren went to Fremont, he was my recruiter
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| Used to ditch and go to D spot back when they was cooler
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| Change ruler, made moola and paid dues up
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| Trap like, got my
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| Deuce block, 'cross from Vanguard duckin' school cops
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| Any nigga push the sand car keep a tool cocked
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| Big D always vouched for a G
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| Gave clothes off his back and the shoes from his feet
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| I put my soul on every track, I rebuke your jealousy
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| In the villas we be strapped like two baby seats, ayy
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| RJ? |
| Nah, R-motherfuck-a lame
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| A-Ps to the projects, we all the same
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| A-Ps or the Rolex? |
| No time to waste
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| How the fuck 12 got the remote to all the gates?
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| Oh, them apartments
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| From apartments to the projects
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| Grew up living in apartments
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| Every day was just like a contest
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| Same difference in them apartments
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| Same difference in every hood I been in
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| Ah, livin' in them apartments (All my niggas, all my niggas)
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| Ah, my niggas in apartments, 'ments
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| All my niggas in the pen (All my niggas, all my niggas)
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| Caught 'em living in them apartments
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| All them losses taught us to win (Oh-oh)
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| Ohh, oh God
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| Ohh, oh-oh
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| Ohh, oh God
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| Ohh, oh-oh
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| Ohh, aah-oh
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| Ohh, oh God |