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Yeah
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This is goin out to all those muthafuckas
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That like to use the word 'gangster'
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Although I am the O.G.
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I'm representin that hustlin game
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To the end, nigga
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I'm tryin to make the loot loop
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[ VERSE 1 ]
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I ain't no muthafuckin gangsta, wish you'd quit callin me that
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Although I still pack straps I roll in Benzes and Lacs
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Best believe the gats in my promo shots ain't props
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I hang out sunroof tops and pop glocks at cops
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(Yo, how ya livin?) On the mellow, coolin with my fellow
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Hustlers, players, super bitch-layers
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Mackaronies on the true d-l - hell, most
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Fuckin with my niggas you could end up ghost
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I made a million, got my shit out pawned
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Bailed out the homies, now the shit's back on
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Moved out the ghetto, cause I hate it
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But I roll through your fuckin hood and regulate it
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Cause I wasn't born to be broke, I let the .45th smoke
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Before I let my baby boy go under, no wonder
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I'm addicted to the cash flow, stacks of green
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Flashback, I'm nudgin weights down a triple beam
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I'ma make the loot loop
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[ CHORUS ]
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As fast as I spend it
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I'm tryin to get back in it
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I make the loot loop
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It's cop and blow
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Nigga, that's all I know
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I make the loot loop
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As fast as I spend it
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I'm tryin to get back in it
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I make my loot loop
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Nigga
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I'm tryin to make my bank roll bigger
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[ VERSE 2 ]
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I must admit, I got a lust for loot, quick to shoot
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Ostrich, fruits and Austin Martin coupes
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Fill my dreams with cream, I got wet sheets
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I'm bustin nuts over currency, kid, fuck freaks
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We be the niggas in the back of the club with the Moët
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Bitches, shrimps, mackin like pimps
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Wearin fly shit you never seen before (raw)
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I turn a angel to a whore, now need I say more?
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My perm got bounce, fuck a 40 ounce
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I'm sippin Cristal, pal, and represent I shall
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To the end of the game
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(That nigga Ice got fame)
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And just not over these beats
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But on the 4-wheel streets
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I make the loot loop
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[ CHORUS ]
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[ VERSE 3 ]
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Say what you will, I'm the fool on the hill
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With the pool, jaccuzzi, laser-beam Uzi
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Niggas in LA know the Ice don't play
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I'm just a savage for the cabbage and a pimp parlay
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I rock a million with the jewels on the paw (don't start)
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Cause my niggas ain't the big ones, just big guns
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Pushin the limits of this game till I gets my piece
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I put my true queen Darlene in a white Corniece
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So stay broke if you wanna, hang out on your corner
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Step back from the curb when we roll up on ya
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20 black cars all tinted, we meant it
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'Syndicate forever - posse of the clever'
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Rubberbands strap the fat green knots
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We're strictly hustlers not gangsters, but we still lick shots
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For the goal
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Peace, I'm out like Nicole
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(Get down
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Get down)
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Nigga
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The bank's getting bigger
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Yeah
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I'm makin the loot loop
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Straight player for life
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Yeah
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Hustler's side
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Make the Loot Loop
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| Ice T |
