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Yeah, yeah (c'mon!) |
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These rich sluts love me like |
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I'm Morris |
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Chestnutt |
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They hit me on the 2-way, beggin to link up |
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My wrist is blinged up, canary and blue |
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For them project chicks, that be actin new |
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I got 3 trucks, 2 |
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Coupes, all in a month |
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Blowin hundreds in |
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Northern Light, stuffin the blunt |
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Catch a stunt in the drop |
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Lambo My P. |
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O. think he |
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Rambo, but |
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I'm still holdin on that ammo |
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Everybody rat now, spittin on the beat tapes |
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Dirtball niggaz, can't even pee straight |
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My mansion shit, moved in the |
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West wing |
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You broke-ass niggaz couldn't buy a chicken wing |
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Stop it money, |
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I'm out for the profit money |
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And that advance that you got, be my pocket money |
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Yeah my transporter's cute but got a real flat chest |
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Put a brick in her bra she a 36 |
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F [Chorus: Tony Yayo] |
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You got diesel on your strip, that's that |
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G shit G-G- |
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G-G-G-G-G- |
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G-G-U-nit |
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You got your bitch movin bricks, that's that |
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G shit G-G- |
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G-G-G-G-G- |
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G-G-U-nit |
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You takin out of town trips, that's that |
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G shit G-G- |
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G-G-G-G-G- |
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G-G-U-nit |
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You catchin fishscale flips, that's that |
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G shit G-G- |
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G-G-G-G-G- |
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G-G-U-nit [Tony Yayo - singing like Suzanne Vega's song "Tom's Diner"] |
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I was slingin, on the corner |
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Seen this fiend |
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I, ran up on her |
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She was lookin, kinda hungry |
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So I gave her, five 20's |
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When she handed, me the money |
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Man the money was marked |
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Here come the |
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NARC's, do doo doo [Tony Yayo] |
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Duckin the |
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D's, runnin the |
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P's Tossin my cheese, man |
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I got these hoes on they knees |
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Yo my coke is |
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Snow White and my workers the 7 |
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Dwarves I got what you need homey hard or soft |
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Man, I drop bombs like |
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Hiroshima |
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I got the heroin cut, with the bomb bonita |
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Task force got me hemmed up, facin the wall |
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Cause I'm up in the mornin slingin wake-up calls |
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Dimes and 20's, don't you know, time is money |
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I done slept in spots straight supplyin junkies [Chorus] [Tony Yayo] |
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What'chu know about, measuring spoons bags and scales |
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My hood's a goldmine but it's hot as hell |
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There's money to make, |
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I scuff my |
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Timbs runnin from |
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Jake And got knocked with my ratchet, jumpin the gate |
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Listen I been had the fishscale, and the white butter |
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Since Heavy |
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D was known as the "Overweight Lover" (believe me!) |
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Sling that |
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D, sling that coke |
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Sling that meth, 'til your spot is hot death |
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Yo D's kicked my door for the search and seizure |
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My moms dropped to the floor, and she caught a seizure |
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I got 4 workers, and one lookout for the jux'ers |
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A mac in the garbage and a mac in the bushes |
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This is drug dealer rap, a mean 16 |
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I'm Tony Yayo, |
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I'm a hustler's dream [Chorus] |
