Trackmasters, 99 shit
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Huh uh, huh uh, yea
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Slow dough, is better than no dough (fa sho)
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Get caught talking to popo (what you say to him son?)
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They hit you with the fofo (blaow, that's right)
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My niggas is loco (loco)
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Yo to diss me that's a no-no (no-no)
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Y'all niggas is so-so (so-so)
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That's why you ain't got no dough (broke ass niggas)
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Put me through any test I bet ya I'll pass cause I'm a cheater
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Broke niggas, smoke niggas, rich niggas smoke Cohiba's
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My team been puffing chiba and packing heaters since the days of shell toe Adidas
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And ain't shit come between us
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Look I'm winning now and I'ma keep on winning
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I see with you ain't nothing changed same ginen same linen
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Fuck the don shit, nigga I'm an armed convict
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I live wild beat cases before a trial
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Grand jury style I'm foul
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You wondering why I don't smile
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I'm schemeing to stick you up now
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Son I be the first to blast the gun, the last to run
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While you hit the pavement son I mash you, ugh
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If you don't know you better go and ask someone
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50 Cent is my symbol and my name
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Symbolizing the change that I'm bringing to this game
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Things'll never be the same (never the same baby)
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Yo nowadays niggas talk like they wanna get shot
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Like I won't grab the glock and run up in your spot
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Six double O drop I'll put two in your knot
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And stick around and get every motherfucking thing you've got
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Here I stand on the alley on godrule
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Same spot where rob got shot
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The block's high
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Warrent squad flashing my mug shot
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Everybody know I'm loco, kill the popo, blast the fo fo, rode dolo
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Rock solo, I should be old T on the low yo
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Pump the six and push the volvo
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I hear they go kuku and go puff loco
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I sell llelo and price up and down like yo yo
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But keep that on the low do, nobody's supposed to know, yo
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I make 16 hundred off of every ho do
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Fucking with the cash flow that'll get you blast yo (haha)
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I always get the last laugh yo
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I rap a muthafucking house around my my wrist for wreck
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While you niggas race neck to neck
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While niggas who live from cheque to tech
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I ain't even going to front I ain't working with a full deck
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Life in the hood so hard I done lost some of my cards
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Instead of praying before I sleep I put my hands on my heat
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As soon as I start dreaming I'm right back on the street
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Any nigga in this game flowing they think they can see me
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Gotta be, fucked up in the head and smoking hemee
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Believe me if you thought like me you could be me
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But you ain't been through what I been through and this shit ain't that easy (one)
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Slow Doe
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| 50 Cent |
