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Sorry boys |
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But all the money in the world can't bring me back again |
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Lay down, lay down |
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Gonna stretch my mic out in |
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Ponce funeral home on |
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MarcyAll those new niggaz stop there |
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But a lot later than a whole gang of people thought |
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The last of the real hustlers, well maybe not the last |
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Bleek's gonna be a good rapper, new, improved |
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Jay-ZI quit, |
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I'm retirin' |
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Ain't enough money in this game, to keep me around |
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Sorry big, |
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I tried honest |
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Can't go with me on this ride though |
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I'm callin' the shots, the bar's closin' |
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Where we goin' to for breakfast? |
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Roc a Fella y'all |
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Okay, I'm reloaded |
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Bringin' the drama, tryin' to come up in the game |
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MarcyHad a couple of dollar signs to my name |
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Roc a Fella y'all |
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One of the best |
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Waitin' for my day to come |
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Just give me the word |
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Nah, this ain't |
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Jigga, it's your lil' nigga |
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BleekReportin' to these mother****ers live from the street |
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Game I peeped those, my mind so advanced |
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At nine I used to geese hoes for |
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Easter clothes |
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Peep the steez, |
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I represent for all those with twenty eight grams |
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On a come up, tryin' to creep the keys |
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Large niggaz told me park the car, keep the keys |
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Find a hoodrat and creep to |
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Mickey D's |
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First gun two bullets, niggaz know |
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I do pull it |
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Niggaz tryin' to kill me dog, who wouldn't? |
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Screw Gooden, |
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I pitch in the |
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PJ'sLit off the |
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EJ, I split |
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Dutchies with my ring finger |
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You find a bitch that don't be cream, bring her |
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Last seen with |
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Bing, he got dropped between us |
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Shit is constant, that's why |
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I pack the |
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Johnson and |
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JohnsonFor the nonsense who wants it? |
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I go to sleep with a picture of a |
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Porsche on my wall |
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Man I'm tryin' to come up on y'all |
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Get one up on y'all, that's why |
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I hustle in these streets |
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From sundown to sunup on y'all |
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Mama said, "Keep bullshittin', they'll kill you dead" |
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One week of this hustlin' brought a livin' room set |
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Went to Tom |
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D's, niggaz mad, veins out |
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Copped the |
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Jordans, two weeks before they came out |
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Flashy, fly little nigga |
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Nosy bitch from the third floor like, "Why little nigga?" |
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Bitch please, twist the trees, took a long pull, like bitch to breathe |
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That's my answer, life's like cancer and |
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I'm serious |
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Waitin' for my day to come |
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Just give me the word |