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Dope house records.... |
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Dope sells itself, biatch!!!! |
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The real always gonna recognize the real... |
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If y'all muthafuckas want some |
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Then come get you some potna |
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First (and only) verse [spm]: |
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For every city that i come to |
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This for every bitch that i run through |
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This for every hater in the universe |
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Stayin' one step ahead, i'm shootin' first |
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For every killa lookin' for some employment |
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I'm a nigga that you don't fuckin' toy with |
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This is for my enemies and homies |
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If you got a strong family then join me |
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Everything i say, be safely said |
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While me and my niggas keep breakin' bread |
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Don't hate the mex, it's obvious |
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That you don't wanna see my people prosperous |
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In god we trust, put down your guns |
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For my niggas locked down for a thousand months |
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I'ma bounce and bust, sell an ounce of dust |
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The wetback, i suggest you get down with us |
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Chorus (courtney jones): |
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Welcome to the dope house |
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Welcome to the dope house |
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This is for my killas, killas, killas |
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This is for my killas |
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(spm) |
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Peace to my home boy mansa |
