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(VERSE 1: Big Mike) |
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On the real, baby, I ain't got no ends |
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Yeah, I got a record out, but I ain't got no Benz |
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You ought to be glad that I'm givin yo ass somethin |
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Cause it's some niggas out there that ain't givin up nothin |
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Then he got a baby, but the nigga don't take care of it |
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Anything I make, my baby always gets a share of it |
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Yeah, a young nigga tryin to make it |
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And it's gettin harder when you're always on my back tryin to take it |
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And it ain't even gotta be like that |
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Gettin at me like that ain't gon' get your ****in pockets fat |
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Used to have some love for you, but now you're just a selfish bitch |
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Takin all my money, spendin it on your self and shit |
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Or that nigga that you stayin with, layin with |
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But on the real, I ain't that nigga you should be playin with |
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Cause when I'm dead |
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Ain't nobody gonna take care of another man's kids, he might, shit |
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Nine times out of ten they don't |
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Nine times out of ten them mutha****as won't |
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So baby, pump, pump yo brakes and put a end to all them hoe games |
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Cause hoe games equals no game |
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(CHORUS: female background singer) |
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Comin (comin) |
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Comin (comin) |
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Comin on the real |
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(Comin on the real) |
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(VERSE 2: Big Mike) |
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What's up, young fool, I see that you're anxious |
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To jack a nigga like me cause you ain't got no patience |
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Think I'm rollin Daytons or maybe even Elbows |
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The only way I roll em if I catch em on sale, bro |
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Huh, I'm like you, tryin to get my hustle on |
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Ain't got time for no mutha****in scuffle, homes |
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I'm sellin records, and you be sellin crack |
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I got fans, you got the police on your back |
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But I don't knock you, cause I used to do the same |
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So don't knock me cause I'm in a different game |
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See, it's still about comin up |
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Still about puttin niggas on they ass if they be runnin up |
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Different game, same atttitude |
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Everybody wanna take shots at the badder dude |
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But it don't matter, dude, on how you feel |
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Cause I still kick back and make a mill |
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And that's on the real |
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(CHORUS) |
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(VERSE 3: Big Mike) |
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Shake em up and let the dice roll |
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I bagged dough two times and left a nigga twicefold |
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Fight sole on the peewees |
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Be makin em raise up when I hit seven easy |
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See me makin mutha****as break theyself |
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To the point where they wanna shake the dice theyself |
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Fool, what you think this is? |
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I'm 22 and I been tryin to stack bank for years |
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Huh, and in my dreams I seen |
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That life ain't all about makin money and havin yo face on the scene |
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It's about bein comfortable, takin care of yours |
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And that's what I'm strivin for |
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And with God on my side |
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Ain't none of that hard to find |
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And that's on the real |
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(CHORUS) |
