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Shit, it ain't go hold me back, I gotta go all out to get mine |
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A tech nine might come in handy for the next time |
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I'm frustrated, chumps are making me mad |
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Don't seem to understand that I'm just that bad |
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Too gold, too bold, too fly for them to stop |
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The man to respect 'cause I'm ripping up blocks |
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I gotta get the dough, gotta run the show |
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I'm flipping like a kilo, stash a million or so |
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Go for what you feel and deal wit this |
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'Cause I'm dangerous, I come real wit this |
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And packing and strapping, it goes along wit the rapping |
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By any means necessary, you can't get buried |
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I may come wit a smile but I've been known to get crazy wild |
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So when you scheme, yo, I scheme too |
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And I've been out here and yes, I've seen you |
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I know your face, I know your name and all your people kid |
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I've got mad connections, so won't do a bid |
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I make the moves, I'm never faking |
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'Cause the loot is for the taking |
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The loot is for the taking |
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Mad murderer stalk in the night when you walk |
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Feelings of stone to the bone, I'm a rock |
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No regrets for doing shit I had to do |
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I was hard headed and yea, I still am too |
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But you know I got things under control |
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So you should slow your roll that's my advice to you bro |
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A street veteran, sometimes I'm trife as a juvenile |
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I'll beep your style, you can't fuck wit the golden child |
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That's why you're riffing but you know you're just ass kissing |
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You wanna meet'cha maker, I'm a take ya |
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Or else let the man command |
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'Cause I'll be ready to get you open, ain't no joking, I jam |
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So if you wanna know who's really boss |
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Then try your game, lamb, and end up taking a big loss |
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If I don't get my way, you're history |
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To you, I'm a mystery, you never understand me |
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I came to grab the tapes and be out |
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I came to get what's due to me 'cause I got clout |
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I make the moves, I'm never faking |
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'Cause the loot is for the taking |
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The loot is for the taking |
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I'm sinister, I'm selling no wolf tickets here |
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Rolling correct to get my point across clear |
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Sights in the city make me bitter |
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And I ain't taking no shit from no sucker nigga |
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I move swift, always looking for the money to make |
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I need the cash flow, I got a lot at stake |
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And I could never go out like a crab |
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So shut the hell up and put the money in a big bag |
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Hand it over smooth like |
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I need fat dough, I got things to do tonight |
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I'm always on my job, ain't no time to be caught short |
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And those outta line, pay a fine or get knocked off |
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It's my turn to clock the duckets |
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Being broke, nah, I can't fuck wit it |
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I'm making moves, never faking |
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'Cause the loot is for the taking |
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The loot is for the taking |
