[Daz intro]
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(Who is it?) Mac Shawn
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(Who is it?) The Mac!
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(Sup? What you need) I don't know quarter, half or something, what? Fifty?
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(Oh you need a fifty sac?) Yeah get me the fifty
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(Hold on, I got half for $250) Cash?
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(Dropping zones is $500 more) Oh my God
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(So what you need is what I got) Man, give it to me now
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[Daz Verse 1]
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I get up early in the morning, I'm yawning, I'm tired as fuck
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My body aching, thanking God that I made it as much as I need
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Bread, my mamma covered me under the shadow
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With the niggas that I meet on the street that I have to battle
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At a celebrity status, opportunities I'm grabbing
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If it's weed, or a better life I got to have it
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With my homies I'm smoking, I'm taking away the pain
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With the problems that hold me down, and it seems to be strange
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It ain't no thang to handle my situation just like a G
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Without them dollars, I could say that my life is incomplete
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And to the world I'm a dogg pound gangsta
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Making paper, who gives a fuck if I'm busting on playa haters
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I can't stand an infiltrater who's suppose to be your homie
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But later, in the end realize that he's a phony
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To the police that raided my shit, making my shit hot again
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I relocated, came up on a jack pot of ends
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Got to hand it to myself, giving it all that I got
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Everyday I gain money nigga, come up on glocks
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You know, but I guess that I'm up on thangs for sure
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And I hear money knocking at my door
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[Chorus 2X]
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But I guess that I'm up on thangs for sure
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And I hear money knocking at my door
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Can I hear money knocking at my door
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Can the police be coming for the weed and the yo
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Can it be a customer looking for a dub
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I think they out just to set me up
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[Daz Verse 2]
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I'm more popular than ever, take me out nigga never
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Will I die clocking a million on my way up to the ladder
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It don't matter nigga, what the fuck did I do
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Plus I got to keep it real and to myself stay true
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I'm draped in blue and gray but I'm straight making it happen
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Robbin' or slangin' or I got to stay focused on rapping
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It's all about the legitimate way to make ya pay
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No fun in LA, or Long Beach, or compton, or Watts
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Wherever I lay my head down to sleep
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Thanking God for my children and my soul's at peace
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Yeah, am I the father I try to be?
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Between me and the mamma it's drama won't let it be
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See I'm on my own, got's to move on
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Bitches to lend on, use 'em and then just get the fuck on
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If I boned, I fucked, it ain't no thang
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Like the pussy is attracted to the fortune and fame
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Running bitches like a video game, it ain't no thang
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Had the freak of the week last week, it wasn't no thang
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It's like that, freak nasty
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I know you fine but you look like lassie BIATCH!
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[Chorus 2X]
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But I guess that I'm up on thangs for sure
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And I hear money knocking at my door
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Can I hear money knocking at my door
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Can the police be coming for the weed and the yo
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Can it be a customer looking for a dub
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I think they out just to set me up
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[Daz Outro]
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Y'all know when y'all selling dope
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And everybody knocking at the mother fucking door
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You don't know who it is
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It could be your mother, could be your brother,
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could be the police, could be the feds,
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and it could be a nigga coming to smoke your ass
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So watch who you open that door for, Aight, Ok, Alright!
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Yeah, this game is like a bubble
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There's always a player hater that wants to prick it
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But you got to let that bubble rise to it's highest level
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Away from the bullshit
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Let it float, let it flow
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The way smooth shit go, with or without a low
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Without money or without a whore
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Because the highest power's gonna see you through it
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For sure, because that's where belief comes in with self
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Let it go, let it flow
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(you know what, you right)
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Who's Knoccin' at My Door
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| Daz Dillinger |
