| One
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| Two
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| One, two
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| Three
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| Money
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| Women
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| Cars
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| Ghetto celebrities
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| Hood movie stars
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| Pack slingers to rap singers is who we are
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| Now listen to the sounds of MadStalley on
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| As I carry on the charm of a don
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| Walk like the Fonz, cooler than Franz
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| In mid-January with my three piece on
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| Tailor made, I been a spade
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| A sight to see, a walking parade
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| Ohio I put on
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| Brilliant I’m militant, I get 'em amped
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| Soon as I step on stage and get a band
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| Then I get a boom
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| Fist in the air, now punch up the room
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| Shake up the building
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| Wake up the children
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| Tell everybody move 'til we turn up to Slim
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| Aye aye captain, I’m I’m him
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| Apology for the delay, salute to where I been
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| City to city
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| Show after show stuffing money in the bin
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| Sheep to sheik
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| Verse after verse, they said there’s money in my pen
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| As the ink keeps spilling, I’m writing out feelings
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| Worth about a million
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| I can barely count my ends
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| Caught hard times, people dipped out
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| Now I can barely count my friends
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| Who cares I’m still here as the world goes around
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| On my middle finger it spins
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| Like a globetrotter
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| My alma mater is victory
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| Started off with a lot of L’s now its nothing but wins
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| Pocket full of crumpled paper filed with Ohio hymns
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| My midwest drawl will define the awe, smiles and grins
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| Pop is giant, vanity must I quiet
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| To start and eat good I must diet
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| Trust me must you try it
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| Bad move when testing a giant
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| I’m from the southeast side
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| Where one wrong word could cause a riot
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| Bunch of revolutionary thugs when the sirens go off
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| We go to war with the fuzz
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| Rebel music out the back of our trunks
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| 40 finale, from Lincoln Way to Tremont
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| The return of MadStalley
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| The return of MadStalley |