| I started small time, dope game, cocaine
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| Pushin' rocks on the block, I’m never broke main
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| Sportin' jewelry and the shit they came wit rollin' hard
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| You try to serve me you’ll get served, wit no regard (2X)
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| I gotta do what I gotta do in this game
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| I started small time, dope game, cocaine
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| I went from quarters to ounces to slangin' ki’s bitch
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| I went from rags to riches and I’m stackin' G’s quick
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| Now the popo’s wanna come and get a nigga
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| I’m gonna knock 'em on they ass 'cuz my shit is bigga
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| I got my block sewed up, got them rocks swole up
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| Keep my shit on cock in case they roll up
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| Niggas wanna stick me for my G’s and ki’s
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| But believe I’m gone make dem bitches bleed indeed
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| You can bring it bring it bring it but you can’t stop this
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| Bulletproof in case you bitches try to pop this
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| Can’t stop what I’m ishin' out
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| I’m thugged out
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| Final real Cormega shit, a drughouse
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| Get the razorblade and a test tube and a cocaine
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| Niggas swell in this dope game
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| Check me out
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| I’m on a all night flight
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| Swingin' these others, got these cluckers all on me
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| Steady sweatin' me for credit, tryin' to act like they know me
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| Show me the money, it ain’t funny
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| Want a twenty or a dime
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| See I’m a hustla on the grind
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| Can’t do nothin' for five
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| Get out my face
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| This ain’t the place
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| To run game on me homie
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| That five dollars that you shakin'
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| Can’t change nothin' here homie
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| I saw some misses 'bout the riches
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| Double cross me, swim wit the fishes
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| I’m inchin' wit one-way tickets
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| To them bitches who didn’t get it, get it
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| Twist it, paper chasin'
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| On this bacon I’m makin'
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| All that plottin' and that fakin'
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| Got you dancin' wit Satan
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| See you hatin' on a playa
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| Way too major for bustas
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| Bring the ruckus muthafuckas
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| If you think you can touch us
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| Get on the prime co’s
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| Load the black rhinos, in the 5−4
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| Villain, killin' children barricadin' my millions
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| While I’m small time dealin'
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| I’m just smugglin' chickens
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| Get my G’s in position
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| I’m cookin' ki’s in the kitchen
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| Small time
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| I got a pocket full of stones
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| Where the fiends at
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| Got them big ol' boulders
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| That’s where the G’s at
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| Can’t fuck wit rattin' ass hoes
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| A bitch don’t need dat
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| And for you jackin' ass niggas
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| I’ll have that heat yeah
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| I’m takin' 'em down
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| I’m beatin' that ass
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| I’m puttin that thang all in dey face
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| Comin' for my G’s, nigga please
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| Bitch it’s steady straight
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| Makin' 'em, gettin' dividend
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| Got it hot yeah in-between
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| If them popo’s come and get me
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| Let me out, I’m doin' again
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| We low, kilo, everythang I worked fo'
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| Have my girl workin' that corner
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| Don’t come up in this short, ho
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| Never seen, you know what I mean
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| All about that crispy green
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| Have it sewed up from H-town back to New Orleans
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| Murder murder if you play me short
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| Takin' heads clean off this bitch and bustin' hard
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| Fiends have my block on fire and have me workin' it
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| And my boys on the corner out there twirkin' it
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| They twirkin' it |