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(Cuban...Cuban, what up baby) what up daddy |
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(Double R, D-Block, yo) |
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(Jadakiss) |
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Might catch me in a brownish coupe |
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be ghetto like fishin' a nigga's 6 l's down in soup |
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nuke palm size,45, just came chrome |
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you don't know the streets is mine, you just came home |
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even though it's def poetry, this ain't no poem |
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I'm the motherfuckin' champ, nigga, ain't no throne |
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just a whole, blood and tissue, ain't no bone |
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because a hallow tip shattered it, but life goes on |
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number one debut, they think I'm another man |
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counting so much money, I need me another hand |
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niggaz is still schemin', atleast they still tryin' |
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if they ain't doin' nothin' else, atleast they still dyin' |
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coke is still highin', purple is still movin' |
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I'm trying to get a better price, papi, I know Cuban |
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D-Block discipline, Ruff Ryder die with official men |
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recognize what kind of shit you in (kind of shit you in 3x) |
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(Jadakiss laughs) |
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(Chorus: Cuban Link) |
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when you talk about that money man, let's talk about g's |
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when you talk about that hustle game, talk about keys |
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when you talk about the struggle fam, talk about me |
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speak out, but watch your mouth when you talk about me |
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when you talk about that money fam, let's talk about g's |
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when you talk about that hustle game, talk about keys |
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when you talk about the struggle man, talk about me |
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Cuban Link, Jadakiss, Double R, M.O.B. |
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(Cuban Link) |
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yeah nigga, I'm a threat, a legend that's urban, so for certain |
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I'm goin' over ya head like a Muslim turbin |
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ain't no, comin' to terms son, I'm done with service |
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Pun's observant, Cuban- but the guns is German |
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I been urgin' to turn it loose, I got the burden of proof |
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that'll determine your moment of truth |
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I return, so concern your troops, now it's my turn to shoot |
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I'll make it burn like that Bourbon juice |
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I earnt my due, nigga you's a made-up name |
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you dudes is fool's coke, man I'm straight up caine |
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from the roof to the booth- got that radar aim |
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Ar-15's that'll fucking tear y'all frame |
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had to change up the game, got my weight up man |
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little fame, little chain from that Jacob man |
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got these dames givin' brains, that's my wake-up plan |
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from the range to the planes, time to bake up grams ( bake up grams 3x) |
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(Chorus: Cuban Link) |
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when you talk about that money man, let's talk about g's |
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when you talk about that hustle game, talk about keys |
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when you talk about the struggle fam, talk about me |
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speak out, but watch your mouth when you talk about me |
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when you talk about that money fam, let's talk about g's |
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when you talk about that hustle game, talk about keys |
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when you talk about the struggle fam, talk about me |
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Cuban Link, Jadakiss, Double R, M.O.B. |
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You fuckin' around, now, with two of the nicest ( nicest) |
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you 'bout to end up in a crisis (crisis) |
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cause we don't give a fuck who you know, where you go |
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what you know, they can never be like us (like us) |
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we rep it for our people in Ryker's ( Ryker's) |
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the hood'll show a nigga what life is ( life is) |
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and we don't give a fuck who you know, what you know |
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where you go, we gon' always be like this (like this) |
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(Jadakiss laughs) (Cuban, what up baby) |
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(Chorus: Cuban Link) |
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when you talk about that money man, let's talk about g's |
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when you talk about that hustle game, talk about keys |
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when you talk about the struggle fam, talk about me |
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speak out, but watch your mouth when you talk about me |
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when you talk about that money fam, let's talk about g's |
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when you talk about that hustle game, talk about keys |
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when you talk about the struggle fam, talk about me |
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Cuban Link, Jadakiss, Double R, M.O.B. |
