| Dope House Records…
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| Dope sells itself, BIATCH!!!
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| The real always gonna recognize the real…
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| If y’all muthafuckas want some
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| Then come get you some potna
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| First (and only) verse:
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| For every city that I come to
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| This for every bitch that I run through
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| This for every hater in the Universe
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| Stayin' one step ahead, I’m shootin' first
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| For every killa lookin' for some employment
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| I’m a nigga that you don’t fuckin' toy with
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| This is for my enemies and homies
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| If you got a strong family then join me
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| Everything I say, be safely said
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| While me and my niggas keep breakin' bread
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| Don’t hate the Mex, it’s obvious
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| That you don’t wanna see my people prosperous
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| In God We Trust, put down your guns
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| For my niggas locked down for a thousand months
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| I’ma bounce and bust, sell an ounce of dust
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| The wetback, I suggest you get down with us
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| Chorus (Courtney Jones):
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| Welcome to the Dope House
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| Welcome to the Dope House
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| This is for my killas, killas, killas
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| This is for my killas
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| (SPM)
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| Peace to my home boy Mansa |