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[Verse] |
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Real estate skating on Daytons, glasshouse |
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Church like the congregation |
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Smoke one for the paper chasers, run it down |
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Count it up, everybody get a cut |
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Organized rhyme syndicate, shipping it 'cross seas |
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Boss keys start boss cars |
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Sedan like Star Wars |
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Low riders with the color bars, garage priceless |
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High as I get, it's surprising that I ever get to drive 'em |
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This joint I lit'll cost you a hundred dollars |
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We roll 'em up back to back, no problem |
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Hella options, haters watching |
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Plotting on the riches but the snipers caught 'em |
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At the fences, smoking killer in the trenches |
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It's a war going on in the streets said many |
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And you ain't gotta walk out ya crib to step in it |
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[Outro 2x] |
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Shit wicked, deserve a documentary |
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How we made money, made music, made history |
