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We live like we got left for time |
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Better get why |
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But in the end will you be satisfied |
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If your life |
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We got to realize (gotta realize) |
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Money, cars, niggaz, bars, clothes |
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No tellin what you know 'bout us |
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(Nashawn) |
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Minked out fresh line |
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Beam it out seat recline |
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All these hood chicks admire my shine |
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47 inch links, all kind of pieces |
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Drugs scales remember the days of drug sells |
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And now accountings send me checks in the mail |
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And I ain't got time for no sell |
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Diver Rims spinnin on a new CL |
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Too much money gotta stay on the DL |
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All these hoar hoes callin my cell |
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Forward the calls to my voice mail |
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Nashawn fortune pervail |
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Got these bitches feelin me like a blind bitch'll feel brail |
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I coped diamonds it ain't hard to tell |
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For my shine have a lead fight my charm like the head light |
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I know everythin that there is to know |
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That you gotta know to blow |
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We get that dough, holla is |
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(Wiz) |
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Yo, I pick a brick up, the quicker picker upper |
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Cook on ovens, pushin shoven, the hustler |
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Early in the mornin, watch out for police |
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The D's and decoys try to destroy me |
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But I'mma...champ not a chump |
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I move swifin turn the pistol on the punks |
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But what will the jury say, think do |
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I can't think of that, **** it |
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I might as well run cool |
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Through the projects like "Batman & Robin" |
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Cops and robbers, but I'm liver |
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Kill you and hide ya |
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What could I do but be a project nigga |
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That'll engine somethin quicker for figgaz |
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I can't lie to you |
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I realized how to survive and get money stay alive |
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But all my niggaz be so quick down and die |
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But all my thorugh nigga know they can't take that money to th sky |
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(Jungle) |
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Yo, we confronted Tupac smoked blunts wit Biggie |
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Got love from Suge Knight, did the clubs wit Diddy |
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I was just a lil kid when Nas from the Bridge |
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He would bail me from jail, keep me free from bids |
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Why play in the pool when I can surf in the ocean |
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Livin that rich life I like that camotion |
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The bitch wit the tities out, got a nigga open |
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My jewelry be showin, heavy when we rollin |
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Please don't bring yo girl around me |
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One look at Jungle she hand me the pussy |
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Just like a waitress servin my dinner |
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My diamonds be drippin, she need a bread winner |
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I burn C-notes hold 40 cal in plastics |
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Put fashion in the Benz, **** it if I rap it |
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The money keep stackin in duffle bags and shit |
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We came a long way, ma tell 'em how we live |
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