| Yeah
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| Face Mob
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| Uh huh, uh huh uh His name is Jigga
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| Yeah
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| What’s happenin baby
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| Wsup, wsup witcha?
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| Tryin to get this loot
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| Yeah
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| Knowwhatimsayin?
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| No doubt
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| So what’s it gon’be? |
| Women, whiskey, weed
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| Dope, coke, or all the guns you need, nigga
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| You could get them thangs for a lesser fee
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| Yeah and with the right amount of pressure, them thangs look free
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| I’m on my way now, desperate need of a lick indeed
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| Believe I got a vick if it’s a brick you need
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| My nigga for sheez
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| Right back at you, holla after you land we get it before you leave
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| Is you for sure? |
| Them niggas out there still got cheese
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| Cuz my niggas in the drop bounced back to slangin OZ’s
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| Man them niggas rapin the town without breakin 'em down
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| Them bastards makin a killin slangin half of buldings
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| For real man, I’m on my last nine thousand
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| Aint got no money, I’m fightin cases with this ho money
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| And when the money get low and the hungriness show
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| Niggas better get the fuck out the house
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| And when the money get low and the hungriness show
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| Niggas better get the fuck out the house
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| And when the money get low and the hungriness show
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| Niggas better get the fuck out the house
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| I caught a northwest flight to NY, on the buddy pass
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| Sittin at the exit row, by the do'
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| I got a hoopty from this doofy nigga around the way
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| I had the fo’fo’under the rug, weekend ago
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| Three hours, I landed in the city of dreams
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| With tall buildings, flooded with cabs and limousines
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| Where the fuck is Jay-Z
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| God damn traffic is gettin on my nerve
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| I see your face by the curb
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| Goddamn dog I been sittin here thirty minutes
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| You know these motherfucking cab drivers
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| Like they own this motherfucker
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| Open the trunk
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| And then I’m thinkin, Jigga let’s get this motherfucking cash nigga
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| Well if it’s a money thing let’s get this motherfucking money man
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| And then I said to Jigga, let’s get this motherfucking cash nigga
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| I got a dope house scoped out
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| An escape route?
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| No doubt; |
| let’s hit the highway, load up, lock
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| Let’s do this shit
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| Hold up, cops
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| Trippin, it’s eight million stories in this naked motherfucker
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| Yeah, and ten million undercovers
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| We gon’get this raw, we gon’kick in the door
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| They got guns in the couch, they got shit in the floor
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| Niggas is gon’shit they drawers
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| They got a bitch at the door
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| Bullshit, heard that stupid shit before
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| And when the money get low and the hungriness show
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| Niggas better get the fuck out the house
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| And when the money get low and the hungriness show
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| Niggas better get the fuck out the house
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| And when the money get low and the hungriness show
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| Niggas better get the fuck out the house
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| I hit the buzzer, Mita, Manny
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| Let me up it’s Joey motherfucker
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| Takin the steps up with only one thing on our mind
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| Wipe this motherfucker clean, everybody gotta die
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| Up the steps, got closer
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| The voices got louder, you hear it?
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| Death’s approaching we comin for that powder
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| Then I knocked four times, I hit the hoe wit clear polish
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| Well she couldn’t see shit, now what’s it gonna be bitch? |