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Verse One:
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No one has to ask who be actin' bad
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Eightball and MJ pimpin' G be all up in that ass
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From Memphis, *** around the world and than back again
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Make non-rappin' weak MC's go home practisin'
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I flip a Benz, *** and plenty Benjamins
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Lo key, plenty ends makes plenty friends
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Baby, I got all the herbs that I need ***
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Smoke up a pound and leave you bitch niggaz in disbelief
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Inhale the smoke and every word I wrote came out dope
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Not like that crack, I mean lyrical dope above tracks
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Not sayin' I won't pull the Rueger and put hollow to ya
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Have ya mama on her knees screamin' Hallelujeh
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Lay it down playa, Suave House, Bad Boy, Fat Boy
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And *** to tap boy
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Matter of fact boy, this is not a act boy
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The player way, keep the player makin' stacks boy
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Chorus:
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Everything that I do be all about the loot
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I been kickin' up dust in my Polo boots
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Gettin' blowed on the droll, takin' smoke up my nose
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I give the world to a woman, but I don't love ho's
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I'm a player, baby and don't you forget
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You need to get with it, let me hit it and split it
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In the bed, on the floor, hot tub, everyday
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The player way, the player way
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Verse Two: Mase
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Now on, on, break o' dawn, can't stop, I'm too hot
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Look see, my niggaz rock, height man be in the drop
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Me no care if the B's be tinted, you won't see me in it
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'less there's TV's in it
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I can talk by the way you talk and the way you chit-chat
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You foul and if you *** styles you wouldn't get back
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You thinkin' you invincible, you ain't hard to get at
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I know everywhere you go, everywhere you live at
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I be wanna click-clack and you be ready to get back
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I be ready to go to war, you ain't gon' be with that
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You be the same cat that I run up on and spit at
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Bleedin' all crazy and don't know where you hit at
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I'm dead up, niggaz doin' drama better shut up, I'm fed up
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Know for my Roley I was set up
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I can't let up, you in some shit that don't concern you
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Send a bullet to your thermal, you know crazy
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Chorus
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Verse Three:
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I've been waiting 20 minutes baby
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Now ***
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And do something outstandin' with yo ***
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After all this waitin' I can see clean through yo forehead
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You mo' said than done, give mo' head than some
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Throw my jacket down in the puddle, hell no
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If you don't know a pimp, somebody besta tell y'all
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Yeah the women say it's good to have a confidant
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But yet and still they give it up to pimps, once a month
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See a lot of these pimp lovers, they took they ***
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Front like they real and hold a fake in
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You wastin' the time
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Serious ballers and ready ho's, got da women walkin'
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*** on da strip with steady toes
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As I pull up, *** the big and natural expertise
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Plenty money workin' for ***
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Whoever next to me ***
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I'm straight up *** it's time for a replacement
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Chorus
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The Player Way
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| Mase |
