| Guess who’s bizzack?
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| Still smell the blow in my clothes
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| Like Krispy Kreme, I was cooking them O’s (cooking them O’s)
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| Like horseshoes, I was tossing them O’s
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| Time to re-up gotta recycle the flow (recycle the flow)
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| I’m emotional, I hug the block (ay)
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| I’m so emotional, I love my Glock
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| Cash rules everything around me, so what’s realer?
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| About the scrilla, call me a Ghostface Killa (yup)
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| It’s kinda hard to be drug-free
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| When Georgia Power won’t give a nigga lights free
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| Switched hustles, been killin' em ever since
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| It pays to tell the truth, dog, it only makes sense
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| When they play that new Jeezy all the dope boys go crazy
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| And watch the dope boys go crazy
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| I pop my collar then I swing my chain
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| You can catch me in the club, pimping, doing my thang (ay)
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| Buy 18 the hard way (let's get it)
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| Have a humble nigga thinking about gun play (chea)
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| Now who the fuck wanna play with guns?
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| A lot of holes, a lot of blood, dog… the shit ain’t fun (nope)
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| So I suggest you don’t play with my chains
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| I’ll send these hollows atchya, let em play with ya brain (that's right)
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| The streets is watching, the name is warm
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| The product’s white, a star is born (yeeaah)
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| And I’m so fly, if I take this parachute off, I might fall and die (damn)
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| Wrap the work like spandex with the latex (yeah)
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| Then we ship it out of town, call it safe sex (ay)
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| When they play that new Jeezy all the dope boys go crazy
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| And watch the dope boys go crazy
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| I pop my collar then I swing my chain
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| You can catch me in the club, pimping, doing my thang
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| When they play that new Jeezy all the dope boys go crazy
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| And watch the dope boys go crazy
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| I pop my collar then I swing my chain
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| You can catch me in the club, pimping, doing my thang (ay)
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| More than a hustler, I’m the definition of it
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| Master chef, Lord of the kitchen cupboard
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| More than a street legend, homie, it’s Hova
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| More than a relief pitcher, I’m the closer
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| The Mariano of the Mariott
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| If money talks, the whole world’s 'bout to hear me out
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| See, I’m a hustler’s hope, I’m not his pipe dreams
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| So when they speak of success, I’m what they might mean
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| Attract money, my worst color is light green
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| My favorite hue is Jay-Z Blue
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| Don’t follow me, young’un, follow my moves, I’m not a role model
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| My bad influence got the world drinking gold bottles
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| When Puff was in that tub spilling Mo'
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| I was at my video, Cris' on the speedboat
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| In My Lifetime, nigga, go through your research
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| St. Thomas, my nigga, that was me first
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| Chrome-shoe'd the GS, I came feet-first
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| In the game like a baby born to breech birth
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| I got the keys if you need work
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| I can kingpin you a line, a dime at a time
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| My niggas love it when I talk like this
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| My corporate people start bugging 'cause I talk like this
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| The corporate thugs is like «Nah Hov', talk that shit
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| The dope boys go crazy when they hear that boy Jay-Z!»
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| See I’ma '80s baby, master of Reaganomics
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| School of Hard Knocks, every day is college
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| You ain’t did nothing I ain’t did, nigga pay homage
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| Or pay the doctor, I spray Llamas still
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| The time’ll reveal, you know I’m being honest
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| Ya ain’t pull my coat yet and I keep my shit in coat check
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| They say the truth shall come to the light
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| So everybody grab your shades 'cause your boy that bright
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| Goodnight!
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| When they play that new Jeezy all the dope boys go crazy
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| And watch the dope boys go crazy
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| I pop my collar then I swing my chain
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| You can catch me in the club, pimping, doing my thang
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| When they play that new Jeezy all the dope boys go crazy
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| And watch the dope boys go crazy
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| I pop my collar then I swing my chain
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| You can catch me in the club, pimping, doing my thang |