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G'eah, g'ah! |
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G'eah, g'eah, g'eah, g'ah! [Verse 1:] |
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Somebody very dear to me (aaahhh!) just attempted to kill herself; |
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And showed me we don't fear death. - |
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We fear fear itself! |
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Ever since - '98 in |
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Hip-Hop my presence been felt; |
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Couple of dollars, couple of models, couple of bitch niggas under-my-belt! |
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Thorough nigga, |
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I'm a hold you to it, if we hand shake; |
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My - "plan B" is to complete "plan A". |
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Grindin' been my strategy ('ey!) like this is my anatomy, |
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I should get? sick; why? - |
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Why, whyyy? |
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Would you let some dollar dictate your army? (aaahhh!) |
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I brush my shoulders up. - |
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Polish off haters! |
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If you play me, |
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I will spray your potato - layed up with ff-fakeeers, (aaahhh!) |
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I-put-'em-in-the-news-in-a-major-paper. |
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My - roller coaster of a career, |
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Hope it's been real for you, because it's been weird for me! - |
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I feel like... [Chorus:] |
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They can take away the cars, (whoo!) they can take away the cash, (whoo!) |
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Yo, I bet you that they can't take the realness, that's in |
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ME! (whooo!) |
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I've been up, - |
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I've been down. - |
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I don't give a ****! - |
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Yeeaah! I've been up, - |
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I've been down. - |
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I don't give a ****! - |
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Yeeeaaah! |
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I've been up, - |
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I've been down. - |
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I don't give a ****! |
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They can take away the cars, they can take away the cash; |
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Yo, I bet you that they can't take the realness that's in |
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ME! [Verse 2:] |
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I just want mama to be happy. (mama to be happy!) |
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Is that too mother****in' much to aaaask? (aaaask!) |
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Damn it! ' |
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Bout to cry in this bitch. - |
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King of the jungle, |
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I hate liars, but |
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I **** with a lioness bitch! (BITCH!) |
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If you don't straighten your ass out right now |
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I will find you and iron, you bitch. |
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Grindin' been my strategy ('ey!) like this is my anatomy, |
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I should get? to sick; why? - |
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Why, whyyy? |
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Would you let love is make you act like a faggot? |
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I'm fly! (I'm fly!) - |
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And you act like a maggot! (whooo!) |
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Money comes, money goes. |
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I used to wear funny clothes; |
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Hammer pants. - |
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My mama used-to-wipe-my-runny-nose |
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My real fam-ily, all |
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I care about is her. - |
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I'm feelin' like... (whooo!) [Chorus] [Verse 3:] |
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Then I watch my daddy hit my mama. |
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Listen to my mama tryna calm us, y'all don't understand the problem |
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That we have. - |
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Who-gives-a-shit-about-dollars when you gotta-go-visit your father in rehab? |
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You said Rick |
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Ryan Marcus long-as- |
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I'm-gettin'-high-your-mama-will be sad. |
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And only I can fix this; so |
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I'm a-turn-this-all around |
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I promise (I promise!) - as we sat. |
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He said I'm-down-right-now-in-life-now-and-you-know- |
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I'm a BE B |
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ACK! And-when-he-got-back-home it was like he was heaven sent |
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Cause I was only 11 at the time and he's been clean and sober ever since. (whoo!) |
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He gave me this advice. (advice!) - |
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You at a huge advantage; |
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Long as you know what's rules in life (life!) - and a view for the planet! |
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Rather You the man, you're the mechanic; people treat money like oxygen |
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When they got it they take it for granted. (HUUUHHH!) - |
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But then lose it and panic! |
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So spoken, |
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G. - I look at him like superman, |
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And y'all know niggas ain't even close to me, so if he can fall; so can we! (ooohhh!) [Chorus] |
