[Talking]
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Ya'll niggas wanna get high, well we gonna get high then
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This shit right here is drugs, ya'll for sell baby
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50 Cent uh, take it how you wanna take it nigga
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[Verse 1]
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Yo aiyyo, aiyyo, there is six different wings in the spot, choose one
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Some get addicted, some do it for fun
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Boy my hoes are clean, just like my guns
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And I keep them in a safe place, just like my funds
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I keep all my big bills, give my wifey the ones
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Frontin' and I'll clap your ass and leave you for dead son
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Niggas who know me, know how I get down, I'm fresh out the pound
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NYPD crit the flip, get on some New York undercover shit
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Fuck wit dogs you ain't familiar wit, and get bit
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Niggas scripted through the hit, for some paper and shit
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It's all about the cash, keep it in a stash
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Some niggas talk shit wit they ass, I see through them like glass
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Popo lookin' for me, for some shit I did in the past
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If you don't like me at first, I'm gonna grow on you like a rash
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This rap shit, I got it in smash, I'm built to last
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Feel the wrath, I bust that ass, sit back and laugh (haha)
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[Chorus: repeat 2X]
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You don't have to respect a nigga, but respect his cash
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Cause for the money, niggas will murder that ass
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I came up fast, I watched a lot of gats blast
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The power of the dollar (the cash, the cash)
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[Verse 2]
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Nigga don't you ever forget, I call the shots
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I run the spots, extort your pops, flossin' drops
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I'm "Livin Off Xperience" like Lox, I'm hot
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Check what I got, shorty got knocked
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Comin' up out the capsule spot
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On the uptown block, he couldn't run from the cops
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So my man got shot
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In a jet black Brasada, across the street from his mom's crib on his block
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I told him get them niggas that cash, they murdered that ass
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Niggas told 'em slow down, he was movin' too fast
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Heard the shot, went through his face after the glass, he crashed
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Hit the three on his niggas grass, the cattle said it got low fast
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The kid who had it done was a crude fella
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Who woulda thought he wile out over that mozzarella
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We ain't know them, but now we know better
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Not to fuck with his cheddar, his man pack a beretta
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He won't hesitate to squeeze that, over that green back
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Believe that, now niggas know that he's back
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3]
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I ain't got a worry in the world, if it's beef, don't sing it, bring it
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Parents warn their kids, about people like me
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I'm out of order, I turn your only daughter, into a transporter
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Before I die, I'm gonna see more blow than Rich Porter (woo)
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50 Cent, don't get it fucked up for greens, I for greens
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Let it go back to Smith, I dissect it
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I check and correct it, flow perfected
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I make shit hectic, I wreck shit, nigga check it
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If you ain't tryin' to feel the flames from the blast
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Respect a nigga cash
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My smile will rock niggas to sleep, pack heat
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Fuck the police, handle beef on the street
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On a scale of 1 to 10, I'm a 9 with 2 MM's
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If your man want to get involved, I'll bring it to him
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Niggas been wantin' me dead, I'm still here kid
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They send their dogs to come get me
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They wet shit, but they ain't hit me
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Word in the hood is 50, shifty
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Niggas they don't want to go against me
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Cause they know I hunt your ass alive
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[Chorus]
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Power Of The Dollar
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