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C'mon, yeah, |
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Face Mob, uh, huh, uh, huh, uh |
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His name is |
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Jigga, yeah, what's happenin' baby? |
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Wsup, wsup witcha? |
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Tryin' to get this loot |
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Yeah, know what |
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I'm sayin'? |
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No doubtSo what's it gon' be? |
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Women, whiskey, weed |
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Dope, coke or all the guns you need, nigga |
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You could get them thangs for a lesser fee |
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Yeah, and with the right amount of pressure, them thangs look free |
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I'm on my way now, desperate need of a lick indeed |
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Believe I got a vick if it's a brick you need |
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My nigga for sheez |
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Right back at you, holla after you land we get it before you leave |
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Is you for sure? |
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Them niggas out there still got cheese' |
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Cuz my niggas in the drop bounced back to slangin |
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OZ'sMan them niggas rapin' the town without breakin 'em down |
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Them bastards makin' a killin', slangin' half of buldings |
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For real man, |
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I'm on my last nine thousand |
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Ain't got no money, |
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I'm fightin' cases with this ho money |
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And when the money get low and the hungriness show |
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Niggas better get the fuck out the house |
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And when the money get low and the hungriness show |
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Niggas better get the fuck out the house |
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And when the money get low and the hungriness show |
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Niggas better get the fuck out the house |
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I caught a northwest flight to |
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NY, on the buddy pass |
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Sittin' at the exit row, by the do' |
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I got a hoopty from this doofy nigga around the way |
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I had the fo'fo' under the rug, weekend ago |
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Three hours, |
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I landed in the city of dreams |
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With tall buildings, flooded with cabs and limousines |
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Where the fuck is |
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Jay-ZGoddamn traffic is gettin on my nerve |
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I see your face by the curb |
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Goddamn dog |
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I been sittin' here thirty minutes |
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You know these motherfucking cab drivers |
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Like they own this motherfucker |
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Open the trunk |
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And then I'm thinkin', |
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Jigga let's get this motherfucking cash nigga |
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Well if it's a money thing let's get this motherfucking money man |
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And then I said to |
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Jigga, let's get this motherfucking cash nigga |
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I got a dope house scoped out |
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An escape route? |
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No doubt, let's hit the highway, load up, lock |
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Let's do this shit |
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Hold up, cops |
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Trippin', it's eight million stories in this naked motherfucker |
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Yeah, and ten million undercovers |
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We gon' get this raw, we gon' kick in the door |
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They got guns in the couch, they got shit in the floor |
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Niggas is gon' shit they drawers |
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They got a bitch at the door |
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Bullshit, heard that stupid shit before |
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And when the money get low and the hungriness show |
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Niggas better get the fuck out the house |
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And when the money get low and the hungriness show |
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Niggas better get the fuck out the house |
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And when the money get low and the hungriness show |
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Niggas better get the fuck out the house |
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I hit the buzzer, |
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Mita, Manny |
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Let me up it's |
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Joey motherfucker |
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Takin' the steps up with only one thing on our mind |
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Wipe this motherfucker clean, everybody gotta die |
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Up the steps, got closer |
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The voices got louder, you hear it? |
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Death's approaching we comin' for that powder |
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Then I knocked four times, |
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I hit the hoe wit clear polish |
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Well, she couldn't see shit, now what's it gonna be bitch? |
