| I started small time, dope game, pushin on the corner
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| Twenty cent cook-up, fifty flippers if you want 'em
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| Full of formaldehyde, my clothes wreakin marijuana
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| Cops rollin up on us, my neighborhood’s like a sauna
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| Pistol-grippin, insurin won’t nobody run up on us
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| But if they do, fuck 'em, we murderous nickel-dome 'em
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| I ain’t playin no games, I’m on a mission fo' the change
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| Motherfuck being a lame, I’m ten toes in the game — deep
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| I can’t slip, this whole world want me sleep
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| See I hustle like a predator and prey on the weak
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| And playin for keeps, 'cause see, it’s a thin red line
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| Between a nigga gettin his and me gettin mine
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| And plus I’m a nigga with that feelin like it’s my time
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| And anybody standin' in the way of that is dyin'
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| I bust nine—how many times I gotta warn you?
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| I ain’t the one, be pushin buttons in the sight of my gun
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| I’m the real live version of the Corleone family
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| So I spit this clearly, so you hoes’ll understand me
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| One wrong move, and I’ma have to leave you for the goons
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| Catch you slippin asleep in your bedroom and then (Explosion)
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| Get you Audi, now what the fuck was this dude thinkin?
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| You can cheat the rules of the streets, and not leave stinkin?
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| I can squeeze without blinkin, I’m a cold-blooded nigga
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| Bank robber (ooooh) I’m a natural born killer
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| Drug dealer, anything it took to survive
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| Even if it took a nigga to die, I’m a gangsta, right?
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| I got a brick from a sucker that he wanted to move
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| But the whole while I’m cookin I’m like, «Fuck this dude»
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| It’s on, thirty-six zones of my own
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| Keep the money fo' myself and take the work back home
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| Call that nigga on the phone, «Ay», I just got knocked
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| And the cops was askin bout you, come get me hot
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| Never showed, so fuck him and the money that I owed
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| I got a get rich quick scheme, steppin on the dope
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| It’s cold, but that’s it, I’m on it like I want it
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| And twenty-eight cash and change, the whole game on it
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| That means I’m on my feet and I can front the homies D
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| Break 'em off a couple of C, and double up they fee
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| Takin over, shoot up they spot, make it hot
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| And when the cops dry it out, put my work on the block
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| And if they wanna ride for they corners we ride right with 'em
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| Dummy move, whole thing, the goon squad get 'em
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| No mo' petty rock hustlin, I’m in for the run
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| And I’m fo’sho I’m gon' be murdered for this shit that I done
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| But I’mma die standin up cause I’m a stand up nigga
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| Fuck dyin like a bitch on my knees, I’m a killer
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| So don’t nobody cry cause I was destined to get it
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| Just remember, I’m the one who took the dope game and flipped it
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| And pimped it, and destroyed everything in the way
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| Of me seein first motherfuckin light of the day
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| A trigger man, deadly as fuck with a loaded AK
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| Spot my enemy and kill him the American way
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| I turned a dream into reality, with a fuck you mentality
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| Silencin all these niggas in the neighborhood who challenged me
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| Family grievin from they loved one’s mortality
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| He ain’t got a reason to die then kill him, it’s a tragedy
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| Right? |