| This shit run thru my blood
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| I say this shit run thru my blood
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| Yeah, this shit run thru my blood
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| Lil' hoes this shit run thru my blood
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| Take you back to year 01', sittin' in my apartments
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| Hundred thousand dollar appetite, I was starvin'
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| Half my partners dealin', the other half was robbin'
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| One thing they had in common, they always catchin' charges
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| Had my mind made, always get money regardless
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| And fuck goin' to jail, long as I’m clockin' dollars
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| Word got around, Lil Dolph he got that good
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| Niggas wanna shop but scared to come to my hood
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| Niggas act like pussies so I started makin' deliveries
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| All in North Memphis servin' with that forty-fifth on me
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| Fuck all my enemies, pussies don’t know my struggle
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| I started sellin' dope to take care of my lil' brother
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| Never sold soft, I never touched the hard
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| But word through the city, this young nigga go hard
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| My grandma found out I was slangin' and it broke her heart
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| She caught me red handed sackin' up in the backyard
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| I turned around, you right there, I didn’t know what to say
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| Worst day of my life seein' them tears come down your face
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| She said «you gon' be just like your daddy, and your Uncle Vick»
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| «They was doin' the same shit back in '76»
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| Woah, that shit fucked me up
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| From what my grandmomma told me — this shit run in my blood
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| I had to give y’all the story because it’s past due
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| I didn’t do it cuz I want to, but because I had to
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| So much strong in here the fumes make you nauseous
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| Been runnin' the streets so long that I’m exhausted
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| Hooked up with my big dog and got on that boss shit
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| Now a days the whole city on that Dolph shit
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| Turned a bale of loud to a motherfuckin' coop
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| Turned a trap house to a motherfuckin' rap booth
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| Told my plug this my last time, and I’m through
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| He said «I don’t blame you young nigga, you the truth»
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| Now me and my nigga DJ Squeeky makin' history
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| And I’m shittin' on these rap niggas cuz they ain’t shit to me
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| Turned my clientele to a fuckin' empire
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| Wait lemme smoke to this, where’s my lighter? |