| A nigga like me man, I love the game, I love the hustle man
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| I be feeling like one of them ball player niggas you know
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| Like Bird, Magic or something
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| Yeah you know a nigga got dough a nigga can leave the league
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| But if I leave… the fans still gone love me man?
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| Told you I was bout to do it big, huh?
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| Came in this game as a kid, huh?
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| Still down Ten toes in this shit, huh?
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| First nigga talk that crippin' to your kids, huh?
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| First nigga talk that crippin' to your kids, huh?
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| First nigga talk that crippin' to your kids, huh?
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| Still down Ten toes in this shit, huh?
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| Keep a shooter at the gate on my crib, huh?
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| I ain’t do it, people said I did, huh?
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| Rap music ain’t what’s fuckin' up they kids, huh?
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| Gangster rap is fuckin' up the biz, huh?
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| My influence, something that I said, cuh?
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| Like I’m jewish, all about the bread, huh
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| From the sewage, tryin' to get ahead, huh
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| I’m bout to do it, fuckin' up they head, huh?
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| These opportunist, fuckin' up they bread, huh?
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| Corporate America stance is irregular
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| Ready Cuz, rap sheet, impeccable
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| Multi plats, my past
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| What we have here is unprofessional
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| My metal, undetectable, my style, unselectable
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| Niggas runnin' they mouth thats unacceptable
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| 21st street, Long Beach 'til the death of you
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| Told you I was bout to do it big, huh?
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| Came in this game as a kid, huh?
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| Still down Ten toes in this shit, huh?
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| First nigga talk that crippin' to your kids, huh?
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| First nigga talk that crippin' to your kids, huh?
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| First nigga talk that crippin' to your kids, huh?
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| Still down Ten toes in this shit, huh?
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| Keep a shooter at the gate on my crib, huh?
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| Keep shootin', thats what the people tell me, huh
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| Get the biggest dope sack that you can sell me, huh
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| And your homegirl do it, huh
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| I make the whole world do it, huh
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| Ain’t no limit to the dog and that’s real talk
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| I’m the one that showed you how a real crip walk
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| Resume, document, G-File
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| Recollect, reflect, and let me break it down
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| Take it out the bag, lay it on the table quick
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| Call my handlers, I handle and disable this
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| Tickin' time bomb, made crippin' look fun
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| Can’t walk around without your motherfuckin' gun, that’s a no no
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| Real hood redemption, my tiny Lokos is really on a mission
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| Niggas runnin' they mouth thats unacceptable
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| 21st Street, Long Beach 'til the death of you
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| Told you I was bout to do it big, huh?
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| Came in this game as a kid, huh?
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| Still down Ten toes in this shit, huh?
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| First nigga talk that crippin' to your kids, huh?
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| First nigga talk that crippin' to your kids, huh?
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| First nigga talk that crippin' to your kids, huh?
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| Still down Ten toes in this shit, huh?
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| Keep a shooter at the gate on my crib, huh?
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| Do anybody in the house remember?
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| When it wasn’t no Snoop Dogg? | 
| (Hell yeah!)
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| It wasn’t no rappers talking' bout the LBC, am I trippin y’all?(Hell nah)
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| So its safe to say, I put it on the map, huh
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| So if you see me on the block, yeah, I’m back, huh
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| And if you don’t think you know where I’m at, huh
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| You wanna battle, little homie, get your racks up
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| Boy you need to kit kat, make you niggas get back
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| Split you like a kit kat, the big homie did that
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| Rollin' like a rebel though, I’m on a whole ‘nother level though
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| My heart, my hair, My G, my seat, that part right there
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| I’m more than a rapper though, pure intellectual
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| Smooth as a criminal, you hear me though?
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| Told you I was bout to do it big, huh?
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| Came in this game as a kid, huh?
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| Still down Ten toes in this shit, huh?
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| First nigga talk that crippin' to your kids, huh?
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| First nigga talk that crippin' to your kids, huh?
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| First nigga talk that crippin' to your kids, huh?
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| Still down Ten toes in this shit, huh?
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| Keep a shooter at the gate on my crib, huh? |