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(Pras)
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Uh, yeah
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Yo, yo, yo it's so amazin how I be blazin
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from the four seasons to you at the days in
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Where you lay at on the cages?
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I comin with a cannon, two guns blazin, purple hazin
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My shine can be appraised, my tongue radiate
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orchard violent rays, why you stower in the off broke and paid
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Singin your heart out, oh happy days, I'm movin on up
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Damn, I wish I had it made, ran on your parade
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make you exchange at the word trade
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Dig son, your whole couldn't add up to my half
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I'll count your funds yeah, like third grade math
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Blast to your path every mornin I break flags
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Dirty cash always find a way to get stash
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From Italy to the deepest alley
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up to the highest mountains of the Himalayas
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I put that on a stack of bibles so I stack a prayers
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Yo democrat block, must get shot
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Believe me not go ask Pac Prodock
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Scream on the crew when you don't know how
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Shiver liner got, rhymes in every single cloud, cause what
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(Chorus: Pras)
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For the love of this, I give my life a diss
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And for the love of this, I send my last wish
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For the sake of hip-hop, will you never stop?
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You see I will do anything but I won't do that
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(Sniff Coke) won't do that (slang dope) can't do that
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(Get out the car) shouldn't do that (take off your rope) why do that?
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(Feel the gun smoke bloaw!)
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Do you hear me baby
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(Pras)
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Yo, I got no life to spare, no time to bear
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No TL care, I'm single like a stair
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I can feel it in the air comin everywhere
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Twenty years from now, I'm gonna be a billionaire
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Red for the on the island M-I sicky underwear
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Leavin all the BS elsewhere, I swear
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Black you out make you see the boat like Noah
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There's nothin here for y'all, glasses like Coca-Cola
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Mix-a-Mack make em see there's not enough buildings
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Not ever since when I drop by these flash un a peepin
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No reef thugin more caffeine than tryin
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Spread the love yeah to all my beloved
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High speed chasin, low pro pursue
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Black shoes important, soldiers come Bay Root
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So look to my troops and the stolen Coupes
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Here's the gun don't talk about it, just get up and shoot (stop it)
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Hold up son, let me set up the pace
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I'm that cattle in the race on the Human Race
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Don't call me Human, call me Lou-man
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Like par, move your record company under ?You-Hah?
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Family business FR to snitches
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I'm down with M.O.B. yeah Money over Bitches
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(Chorus: Pras)
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For the love of this, I give my life a diss
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And for the love of this, I send my last wish
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For the sake of hip-hop, will you never stop?
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You see I will do anything but I won't do that
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(Pras)
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For the love of this I'll paint myself green
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Within myself in the Corrine, Pras Most Wanted
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Last seen with Sister Morphine
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Scuba Diving with the Navy Seals in the Yellow Submarine
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Headed for, the Philippines, microphone fiend with are regain green
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It burns when I eat tangerine, wash it down with a cup of Gasoline
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Burn into flames, like your actress said Ilene
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Supreme Dream Team, musical machine, money makin machine
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Walk through the Desert butt-naked with a inch of canteen
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Slappin it, rapper'll be like nah mean?
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Got nothin but a piggy in a tree, to what I shoot and some washed out jeans
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Headin for the stars word, word to God
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Watchin every move placin all my cards
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The game'll soon come like the aliens
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Everybody runnin, sayin that's the one
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(Chorus: Pras)
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For the love of this, I give my life a diss
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And for the love of this, I send my last wish
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For the sake of hip-hop, will you never stop?
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You see I will do anything but I won't do that
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(I sell Crack) won't do that (peel on your back) can't do that
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(Here comes the Gat) shouldn't do that (if you wanna lay flat) why do that?
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(Pras)
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Yo, come on, do you hear me baby (hear me baby)
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Uh, uh, uh, Navy Seals y'all, Refugee Camp what, what
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You better stop it, punk, stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it HA!
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98-99, yeah, yeah, (*Dirty said several times*) Cash haha
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For the Love of This
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