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Well now haha what have we here?
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chorus
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c-c-c-come with it
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get down get down get down 2ce
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repeat
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It's almost ten o clock see i got a ball of lifted property
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so i slid my beenie hat on sloppily
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and promenade out to take up a collection
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i got game like i read the directions
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i 'm wishing that i had an automobile
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as i feel the cold wind rush past
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but let me state that i am a hustler for real
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so you know i got the stolen bus pass
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just as the bus pulls up and i step to the rear
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this ole lady look like she drank a forty of fear
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i see my ole school partner said his brother got popped
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pay my respects
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can you ring the bell we came to my stop
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the street light reflects off the piss on the ground
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which reflects off the hamburger sign as it turns round
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which reflects off the chrome of the bmw
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which reflects off the fact that i am broke
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now what the fuck is new
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i need loot i sweat the motherfucka
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in the tweed suit
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and i'm on his ass quicker than a kick from a grease boot
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eased up slow and discreet
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could tell he was suspicious by the way he slid his feet
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didn't wanna fuck up the come on
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so i smiled with my eyes said hey how it's hanging guy
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bumped into his shoulders but he passed with no reaction
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damn this motherfucka had a hella of andrew jacksons
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i'm a thief or pickpocket give a fuck what you call it
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used to call em fat cats.
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i just call them wallets getting federal aint just a klepto
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master card or visa i'd gladly accept those
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sneaky motherfucka with a scam know how to pull it
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got a mirror in my pocket but that wont stop no bullets
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story just begun but you already know
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aint no need to get down shit i'm already low
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chorus
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My footsteps echo in the darkness
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my teeth clenched tight like a fist in the cold sharp mist
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i look down and i hear my somach growling
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step to burger king to attack it like a shaolin
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i never pay for shit that i can get by doing dirt
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link up to the girl cashier and start to flirt
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all up in her face and her breath was like murder
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damn the shit i do for a free hamburger
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(girl )"well you got my number you gonna call me tonite"
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it depends is them burgers attached to a price
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"sorry sorry"
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im just kidding i'ma call you write you love letters
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"it's all good"
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thanks for the burgers emm hook me up with a dr pepper.
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(girl)thats cool you want some ice
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yeah and some fries will be hella nice
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(girl) damn my managers coming play it off okay have a nice day
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im up outta here anyway
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i use peoples before they use me
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cos you could get got by an uzi over an oz
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thats what an og told me
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gots to find someplace warm and cozy to eat the vittles that i just got
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came to an underground parking lot
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this place is good as any fuck its all good
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walked in found a car hopped itself up on a hood
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ate my burger threw back my cola
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somebody said hey it was a rented pig i thought it was a roller
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"want me to call the cops?"
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i dont want them to see me
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looked down and saw that i was sitting on a lamboughini
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it was rollses ferraris and jags by the dozen
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a building door opened
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damn it was my cousin
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getting offa work dressed up no lie
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tux cummerband and a blackbow tie
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i was like hey
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"who is it"
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me
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"oh whats up man i just quit this company
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they hella racist and the pay was too low "
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i said arite what was up in there though
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"a party with rich motherfuckas i dont know the situation
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i know they got cabbage owning corporations
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ibm chryslers and shit is what they seeing"
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just then a light bulb went off in my head
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they be thinking all black folks is resembling
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gimme your tux and i'll do some pocket swindling
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fit the change in the bathroom and i freeze off my nuts
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lets take a short break
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while i get into this tux
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grunt zipp
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alright i'm ready
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chorus
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Fresh dressed like a million bucks
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i be the flyiest muthafucka in an afro and a tux
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my arm is at a right angle up silver tray in my hand
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may i interest you in some caviar mam
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my eyes shoots round the room there and here
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noticing the diamonds in the chandelier
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background barry manilow copacobana
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and a strong ass scent of stoagies from havana
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what no place where a brother might been
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snobby ole ladies drinking champagne with rich white men
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allrite then lets begin this
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nights like this is good for business
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five minutes in the mix noticed several diffrent cliques
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talking giggling and shit
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well one mother fucka gave me twits
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and everbody else jacking it throttling
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found out later you know coca cola bottling
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talking to a black man who he's confused
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we looking hella bourgie
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ass all tight and seditty
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recognzed him as the mayor of my city
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who treats young black man like frank nitty
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mr coke said to mr mayor "you know we got a process like ice t's hair
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we put up the fund for your election campaign
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and oh um waiter can you bring the champagne"
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a real estate fronts as opportunities arousing
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to make some condos out of low income housing
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immediately we need some media heat
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to say that gangs run the street and then we bring in the police fleet
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harrasing me everbody till they look inebriated
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when we bought the land motherfuckas will appreciate it
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dont worry about the urban league or jesse jackson
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my man that owns marlboros
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donated a fat sum
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thats when i step back some to contemplate what few know
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sat down wrestle with my thoughts like a sumo
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aint no one player that could beat this lunancy
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aint no hustler on the street could do a whole community
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this is how deep shit can get
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it reads macaroni on my birth certificate
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poontang is my middle name but i cant hang
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i'm getting hustled
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only knowing half the game
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shit how the fuck do i get out of this place.
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Fat Cats, Bigga Fish
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| The Coup |
