| Catch me in the dirt ??
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| In the ?? | 
| porche burning out
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| Head across seas, bout to turn it out
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| Coming back home to a furnish house
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| We three deep, what?, and we ain’t get no sleep
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| We on the next flight, 25 a night, damn right
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| Plan is to keep the fam tight
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| Copping the vipe and i ain’t stopping at the light
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| Can’t see the dice, ice to bright
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| Heard he with a pretty chick, you a idiot
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| Get a record deal and not take it serious
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| Plan to make hits for a long period
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| Hell of a living, shit being on television
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| Ball i’ma score everytime there’s an inning
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| I once had had a mill and it’s just the beginning
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| Everybody want a pool, i need an ocean to swim in
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| ?your fault?, so right (so right)
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| It makes me want more (it makes me want more)
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| ?your fault?, so tight (so tight)
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| You need an encore (give me an encore)
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, what up, yo, hey yo, hey yo Hey yo before i rock a show i pray to god in a huddle
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| Sheek laid back, you know i’m bout to bubble
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| All ya’ll hate that, tryin to keep me in trouble
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| We take things serious, ya’ll do it for fun
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| Cuz when we hit we stick like noodles when then done
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| International despite thee, westcoast beef
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| I blew it down on keenen ivory
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| Wayans, got the all with a grain for the pain
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| So if we conflict you get all in yo brain
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| You gonna play this like little kids play hoolahoop
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| From day til it’s dark with the fat man scoop
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| Now you spook, you heard lox about to drop
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| Pop the top, we got this in a can like pringle
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| Heard one song, now you changing up your single
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| While i mingle, sheek the black man gingle
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| In a club with two mommies, that’s bilangual
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| Yeah, wha?, wha?, yo yo yo yo Now what ya’ll think we here for? | 
| aight then
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| Get this money, keep it tightened, right when
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| All ya’ll thought ya’ll was coming to get us Cuz we lost b.i.g., but he still wit us Fooled ya’ll ass, ya’ll tools don’t blast
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| All we do is make hot songs and use ya’ll cash
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| I hang my plaques in the bathroom
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| Cuz i’m sill thinking bout making a hit
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| While i’m taking a shit
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| Playa haters be scraping the 6
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| For no reason, that don’t even make no sense
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| I’m happy they made them with bullet prrof glass tints
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| If you want beef, see you at the bad boy cook out
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| Get a new look out, pull your black book out
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| Who you know pal for enough to distribute
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| 2.5 and that’s just the tribute
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| Anything envolved with benji’s we with that
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| With the good comes the bad never forget that
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| Chorus to fade |