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I started small time, dope game, cocaine |
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Pushin' rocks on the block, i'm never broke main |
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Sportin' jewelry and the shit they came wit rollin' hard |
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You try to serve me you'll get served, wit no regard (2x) |
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[twin 1] |
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I gotta do what i gotta do in this game |
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I started small time, dope game, cocaine |
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I went from quarters to ounces to slangin' ki's bitch |
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I went from rags to riches and i'm stackin' g's quick |
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Now the popo's wanna come and get a nigga |
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I'm gonna knock 'em on they ass 'cuz my shit is bigga |
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I got my block sewed up, got them rocks swole up |
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Keep my shit on cock in case they roll up |
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Niggas wanna stick me for my g's and ki's |
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But believe i'm gone make dem bitches bleed indeed |
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You can bring it bring it bring it but you can't stop this |
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Bulletproof in case you bitches try to pop this |
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Can't stop what i'm ishin' out |
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I'm thugged out |
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Final real cormega shit, a drughouse |
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Get the razorblade and a test tube and a cocaine |
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Niggas swell in this dope game |
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Check me out |
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[chorus] |
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[scarface] |
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I'm on a all night flight |
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Swingin' these others, got these cluckers all on me |
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Steady sweatin' me for credit, tryin' to act like they know me |
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Show me the money, it ain't funny |
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Want a twenty or a dime |
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See i'm a hustla on the grind |
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Can't do nothin' for five |
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Get out my face |
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This ain't the place |
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To run game on me homie |
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That five dollars that you shakin' |
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Can't change nothin' here homie |
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I saw some misses 'bout the riches |
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Double cross me, swim wit the fishes |
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I'm inchin' wit one-way tickets |
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To them bitches who didn't get it, get it |
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Twist it, paper chasin' |
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On this bacon i'm makin' |
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All that plottin' and that fakin' |
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Got you dancin' wit satan |
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See you hatin' on a playa |
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Way too major for bustas |
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Bring the ruckus muthafuckas |
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If you think you can touch us |
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Get on the prime co's |
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Load the black rhinos, in the 5-4 |
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Villain, killin' children barricadin' my millions |
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While i'm small time dealin' |
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I'm just smugglin' chickens |
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Get my g's in position |
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I'm cookin' ki's in the kitchen |
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Small time |
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[chorus] |
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[twin 2] |
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I got a pocket full of stones |
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Where the fiends at |
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Got them big ol' boulders |
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That's where the g's at |
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Can't fuck wit rattin' ass hoes |
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A bitch don't need dat |
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And for you jackin' ass niggas |
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I'll have that heat yeah |
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I'm takin' 'em down |
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I'm beatin' that ass |
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I'm puttin that thang all in dey face |
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Comin' for my g's, nigga please |
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Bitch it's steady straight |
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Makin' 'em, gettin' dividend |
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Got it hot yeah in-between |
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If them popo's come and get me |
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Let me out, i'm doin' again |
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We low, kilo, everythang i worked fo' |
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Have my girl workin' that corner |
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Don't come up in this short, hoe |
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Never seen, you know what i mean |
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All about that crispy green |
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Have it sewed up from h-town back to new orleans |
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Murder murder if you play me short |
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Takin' heads clean off this bitch and bustin' hard |
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Fiends have my block on fire and have me workin' it |
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And my boys on the corner out there twirkin' it |
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They twirkin' it |
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[chorus & fade out] |