| See I’m a muthafuckin gangsta
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| A hundred bars of crack nigga
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| See I’m a muthafuckin gangsta
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| A hundred bars of crack nigga (*repeat 2X*)
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| Now when it comes to the flow I’m the best in the nation
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| For years now I sat back stressed and impatient
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| See I’m the real thing and ya’ll just imitations
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| Flashy Ruff Ryders next generation
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| I brody blocks and hustle the worst corners
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| I’m the reason feds place city limits and search boarders
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| I’m the reason fiends smoke and dust heads thirst water
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| And why most of these artists got dropped first quarter
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| And yeah I stay on the strip and no I ain’t got a minute
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| I’m in a rush I’m on my way to be rich
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| And I’m coming to the table with hits
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| Of course I’m on my job dogs
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| I’m on the same label as Kiss
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| I told niggas that I’m focused kid
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| And I let the sig soak your wig
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| Or let the knife go and poke your ribs I’m what a soldier is
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| I cops heavy then I’m getting rid of the weight like Oprah did
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| Niggas hate it when I drop the price
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| And fuck pay-per-view
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| I’m out in Vegas when I watch the fight
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| And my culture is the Hip Hop for life
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| And I don’t catch writers block
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| I goes to the block to write
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| Top of the charts I’m comin' to see ya
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| 'cause I’m lyrically sick and yeah the word play’s runnin a fever
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| And my team stay dumping them heaters
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| They’ll leave a shell in your top
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| And I ain’t talking bout the front of addidas
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| I’m talking hollows baby we fast to dump
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| Moxberg in ya mouth like a asthma pump
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| I’m goin' hard for this cash I want
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| That’s why I’m bout to finish up like half my album in half a month
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| Same time still supplying the kane
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| I treat the booth like I’m at the the firing range
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| Bulls-eye the side of your brain
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| And yea they might as well name me the Hank Gathers of rap
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| 'cause I’ma ball till I die in the game
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| These rap cats I’ll leave 'em all disgraced
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| I’ll have them all replaced
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| And yeah I expect them all to hate
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| And by the way I’m from the garden state
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| The same place we blow trees and rock tees with Bob Marley’s face
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| And we don’t watch ABC or NBC We strictly BET and smack DVD’s
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| And all we do is hustle hard so we can spend these G’s
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| And stretch coke like a sample on a MPC
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| I got a whole lot to prove right now
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| Even though there’s already a whole bunch of ya’ll that tried to use my style
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| When it comes to using the tool I’m foul
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| I named my hammer Rakim it ain’t no joke and it moves the crowd
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| And never mind how I make my wages
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| As long as God forgives I ain’t gotta be a reverend like Mase is
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| I’m steady tryin face my cases
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| And keep Fifth focused in Camden where the murder rates outrages
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| 'cause he that next nigga after me
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| And he’ll punch you in the face right after me
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| See I can get a nigga clapped for free
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| And make it drug related sprinkle around like half a key
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| Don’t pay attention what these gays may say
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| The games Double R’s now it’s no longer getting played they way
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| 'cause they don’t wanna see these AK’s spray
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| And medics pullin them sheets over they head like the KKK
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| If we don’t spray we givin cats buck fifty’s
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| And I don’t turn my back on my homies especially those who came up with me
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| I’m still the same flashy artist rap thing don’t switch me
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| I’m still drinking the same yak blowin that same old sticky
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| And yeah I’m still runnin these streets on my same old grizzly
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| And even though he’s dead and gone I still bang my Biggie
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| And even if I couldn’t dress I ain’t stay all jiggy
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| I’m still a flashy muthafucka in a plane old dickie
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| Damn right I’m getting cocky now
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| It’s just so many rap niggas runnin around with a copied style
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| And thats the reason why your stock goes down
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| And you gonna wind up having to live off your bitch like Bobby Brown
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| You see this Jersey villan will hurt your feelings
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| With the flow and the words he spilllin that’s worth some millions
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| The word play is perfect serving its purpose
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| I guarantee when I finally surface I’ll birth some children
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| Yeah niggas gonna be mc’in like Flashy but I’ll understand
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| Every son wants to be like his daddy
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| They see the way I breeze in the caddy
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| My swagger lets you see that I’m savy
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| I’m dressed to impress Evisu’s baggy |
| As far as labels go at least two had me
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| Before Ruff Ryders said he’s too nasty
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| And they some gangsta niggas with genuine love
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| They signed me and my advance was a burner and gloves
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| I’m on another level used to be a troubled felon
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| Mommy moved me to the 'burbs but I was to damn fuckin ghetto
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| And I was always stealing something from them fucking devils
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| 'cause pops always used to tell me never trust them devils
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| And all my niggas got fight game
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| And they don’t have feelings mufucka
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| You’ll be thinkin they like pain
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| We living too fast for the right lane
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| And we don’t need a beam or a scope
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| For us to shoot with a nice aim nigga
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| We them supertroopers quick to put them rugers to you
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| And we gettin paper you could tell by how the crew maneuver
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| Dee saw the vision for me like he knew the future
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| Guaranteed me I’ma be a couple million unit mover
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| Niggas know the reputation my camp holds
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| A hundred deep at the shows you how the camp roll
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| Worldwide respected all over the damn globe
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| Ruff Ryders we all in these streets like man holes nigga
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| And for those who think it’s all a act
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| I’m goin hard till this cash stack is as tall as Shaq
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| See I’m the reason why these other rappers fallin' back
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| Flashy nigga this track’s a wrap
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| A hundred bars of crack nigga
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| See I’m a muthafuckin gangsta
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| A hundred bars of crack nigga |