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featuring Lost Boyz
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Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
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I'm a rapper turned rock star
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Word up, what I wanna know
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Yo, I'm a rapper turned rock star
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What, what, what, what
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I'm a rapper turned rock star
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Yo, yo, yo
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[Fredro Starr]
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I'm a rapper turned rock star, in a hot car
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What y'all? The black prop with the crowbar
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No plates off the lot it costs a lot
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You forced to watch hands take they hand off the glock
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Money don't stop long as I stay hot
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Cook it up, chop it up, put it on the block
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Bust a bullet on the chart till we hit the top
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Nigga not too thick, the fold, I'm dipped in gold
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You half a gram niggas, can never slam niggas
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What part you don't understand? I'm the man nigga
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[Chorus: (?)] X 2
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Why not?
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Makin moves and gettin money with my team
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We them ghetto starz
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This here is far from a dream
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Official Nas, here to get up in that ass
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Word up, pour some liquor in my cup and pass
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[?]
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Yo, word up kid, there's mad money in this
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Grab the mic, handle your business
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This here is for Official niggas only, no beginners
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About my heavy metal, run the ghetto, where my sinners?
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You feel me in my crazy world, I only deal with sinners
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Hearin local reports from out the vocal laws up in the game
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You violate nigga, I swear I tear you out the frame
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Y'all niggas know the name, we represent the burrough Queens
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With the same routines run with y'all gats to smithereens
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[?]
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Official Nas, and L-B fam
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Bringin you the jam from the Queen-shy to get green-shy
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Rob with us, shorty it's all live, peep the vibe
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As we keep you wired, so up the stakes, cut the cake
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Regulate, we delegate and dead they take
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That's a rapper that it's official, track for track
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I back slap you, with my other platinum plaques
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You whack rap hopefulls, have you noddin like the dope do
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Any member of my crew'll roze you
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Number one spot, took that
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Onyx show, book that
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Got a bet, better know where to put that
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[Chorus] X 2
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[Sonsee]
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I smoke weed in cars that cost more than your house
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I got a fly chick with gats, hold coke in her blouse
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I'm talkin about a hundred g's, show sold out
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So you see that, you better shut your mouth
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I used to scheme on niggas that had more than me
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Now I'm that nigga and niggas scheme on me
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I got a ghetto mentality
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If a nigga front, I'm gattin 'em
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I never had nothin, now my rolex is platinum
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I be the same man, rich or poor
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Wildin out at the club, time to hit the floor
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Outside I got the infa, in the Ferrari cockpit
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Fuck partyin with y'all, we already got shit
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You rockless, nina you ain't got no props
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Let me see you at the awards this years, I blow your spot
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Even at a rich event, you can still get shot
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Fuck that, as of now Onyx back in the mack
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We guaranteed to start fights everytime we rap
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Yo, who got next? Who got first?
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I'm God Son, the illest nigga on this earth, what?
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[Chorus] X 4
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Ghetto Starz
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| Onyx |
