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SoulMy soul |
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My soulSoul |
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My soulMy soul |
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You can try to throw salt, but |
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I keep my game face on |
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And the only thing on your mind is stalkin' more digits than a telephone |
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Me and thirty-nine thieves jumpin' out of white |
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HummerFrom |
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Compton, while your crew get |
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Dumb and Dumber |
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Grew up straight out of low cash like |
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CB fo'Now |
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I got dough and you got one night stands like gangsta, yo |
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See on the low it's all gravy |
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But the threat of this new world order is about to drive me crazy |
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And all you want is the |
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Lex and gold |
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VisaBomb singles and stackin' your chips like |
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PringlesWhile my rhymes jack for platinum plaques |
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Quicker than one time |
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Jack Black's |
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I twist sacks and sip yac |
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Plus, the |
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Invisible |
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Man got my back like a spine |
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So, why you all up in mine? |
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Keep the money and the fame 'cause all |
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I really wanna hold |
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Is my artistic flavor and control of my soul |
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SoulMy soul |
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My soulSoul |
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My soulMy soul |
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Ain't no tellin', most women are still waitin' and sellin' |
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Most of my homies is ex-felons |
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In two decades, rap went from |
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Planet Rock to crack rock |
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Now, everybody got a glock and it don't stop till another brother drop |
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That's why |
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I poured out a little drink for the homie |
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PacWhat's a thin line between love and hate? |
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A million dollars in the bank and you still can't escape |
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It's a small world, after all, you're claustrophobic, you can't breathe |
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So store your ball like |
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Christopher |
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ReeveIt's the hater in you that makes you criticize me' |
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Cause if you handled your business then yo ass would see |
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Nineteen-ninety-seven is still crackin' |
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And I'ma get the ladies out their seat |
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Like this was a car jackin' |
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They say the game is to be sold, not told |
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You can keep your bankroll, |
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I want control of my soul |
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SoulMy soul |
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My soulSoul |
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My soulMy soul |
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My jaws flip across sixteen bars like |
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Dominique |
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DawesBut without no flaws, never broke a |
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M.C. LawSee, |
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I was servin' wack rappers at the school |
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When Bruce |
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Lee was scrappin' with |
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Kareem Abdul |
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You got into triple beams and guns, you ain't gon' shoot |
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I seen a million rappers in the same |
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Versace suit |
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Or the same pair of locs, that's probably why you're broke |
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And your backstage and your ghetto pass got revoked |
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Scrappin' or rappin' what you want to happen? |
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If I ever come up short you the first one |
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I'm jackin' |
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It's thieves in the area like aircraft carrier's |
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We're launchin' |
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F-15's and |
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Anti-Wack |
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Maf Machines |
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Michropone, sittin' on my vocal chord |
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Sendin' busta's to the crossroads like |
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Thuggish Ruggish |
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BoneIt's the |
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C O O L I |
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O, well I, won't fold |
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When I'm controllin' my soul |
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SoulMy soul |
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My soulSoul |
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My soulMy soul |
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SoulMy soul |
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My soul |
