[Smiley] Aiyyo I got the dimes that I get, I got the dimes that I bring
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[Preem'] Yo, yo yo
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[Smiley] Yo Preem', what's good?
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[Preem'] What's good man - you still fuckin with that shit son?
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[Smiley] Yo, don't even come at me with that bullshit man, whassup?
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[Preem'] I'm sayin man, you said you was gonna leave this shit alone
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[Preem'] You still on that bullshit nigga
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[Smiley] Son.. SON I'll leave it alone
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[Smiley] when you come and get ready with this music B, what the fuck?
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[Preem'] I'm sayin man, who the fuck you think you are man?
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[Smiley]
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Yo, yo
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Yo gangsta gangsta, O.G. is what you call me
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It's like my life is like a never-endin drug story
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Make coke, expand, yo you know who I am
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Death percentages rises in the hood like grams
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Who done it and ran, who blammed on my fam'
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Out the window every night, deadly intentions man
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Cocked back and ready to fire, hit man for hire
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And fuck politicians, nothin but liars
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As I build my cream, with self esteem
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But drink the water from the streams, of gangsta lean
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To keep food on my plate, stick a mac to your face
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So I never have to fall off, so you can never underrate
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Force pressure, is the techniques of real men
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So when you slam the doors, we still get in
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It's like demons when, what you fight that you can't see'll
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come out your buildin, and get shot drastically
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The way of the world, niggaz fiendin to pull it
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You either bite the dust, or just dodge that bullet
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Werdz From the Ghetto Child
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| Gang Starr |
