| Yea, now I see why all these cats don’t even see I
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| Grow up chasin' they dick, too busy tryna be fly
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| End up with some stories of glory, and the cy-line
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| O-Hollywood from the sky, or Louie from knee-high
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| It’s hip-hop, you know this shit don’t stop
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| Like a cop with a Glock with his dream on?
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| Aimed at a brother on the block who’s sellin' rock
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| With his hands in the air, and his mind on his?
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| Got the chromes with the? |
| and the golden fox
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| Hit a nigga in the can with the sit of an ox
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| Hooked the platinum from the reppin' just to add some rocks
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| I put some dough in the safe and clean the rest with stocks
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| Me, I’m a veine, and organizin' my team’s theme
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| I broke nigga’s scheme, yo, a rich nigga’s dream
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| While I hit you with a nut, dope to make you lean
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| You feelin' when you’re sleepin', act till you daydream
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| For real, we here to stay and came to slay
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| So either you pay the price, or nigga, you fade away
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| It’s simple, just like night turns to day
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| With no delay, we say way to the next delay
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| (Hook)
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| Yea, now I see why all these cats don’t even see I
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| Grow up chasin' they dick, too busy tryna be fly
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| End up with some stories of glory, and the cy-line
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| O-Hollywood from the sky, or Louie from knee-high |