[Intro: Erick Sermon]
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Yeah! Uh! Uh! Erick Sermon! Uh! Hmmm!
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Sam-bo! A.T.L.! New Yeezy! Uh!
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[Verse 1: Sam-bo]
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Testing testing one, two, three
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Chase a bitch, bitches run, to, me
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Get strong money and it's funds, to, we
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Got so many hustlers but I'm one, to, see
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I get get it I got it I make it happen
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Not a rap chp get every dollar I made of trappin
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Call me major or captain, his mama made a Jackson
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Huh, why? 'cause this is Thriller or sum'n
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Big bat, big gat, like a killer or sum'n
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Bulletproof the ride like a armadillo or sum'n
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White square the same size as a pillow or sum'n
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And hollow tips a eat your face like a pickle or sum'n
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Uh! I'm not one to be fucked wit
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'specially if it's involvin me duggin
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Construction worker and I only work wit tough bricks
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Got the dutch lit fuck around and get hit up quick
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[Chorus: Sam-bo]
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You could walk the way I walk, move the way I move
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Talk the way I talk do the thangs that I do
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But you still not me! You still not me!
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Could have a whole 'lot of this, a whole 'lot of that
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Wit a whole 'lot of bricks and a whole 'lot of stacks
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But you still not me! You still not me!
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No! No! No!
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[Verse 2: Sam-bo]
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Testing testing one, two, one
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Sound easy just one with two, guns
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Chase who I'm not the one, to, run
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Now take that back I like to run, through, funds
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I keep stackin and stackin until I can't stack
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Tryin to be Sam-b but trust me you ain't that
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You think she know when over here bitch you stank that
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I must be lost could you tell me where the bank at?!
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All american oh me top three
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And you can keep them things dog we got d
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Product P's on dog you ain't got these
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And all these karats on well best believe we got cheese
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Uh! And you don't turn the heads we turnin
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Uh! And you don't burn the bread we burnin
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Uh! Just say I state of head E. Sermon
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The new green eyed bandit no E. Sermon
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[Chorus: Sam-bo]
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You could walk the way I walk, move the way I move
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Talk the way I talk do the thangs that I do
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But you still not me! You still not me!
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Could have a whole 'lot of this, a whole 'lot of that
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Wit a whole 'lot of bricks and a whole 'lot of stacks
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But you still not me! You still not me!
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No! No! No!
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[Verse 3: Erick Sermon]
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Testing testing one, two, three
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Don't follow no one people fol-low, me
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Get long money I'm a real, o-g
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So many rappers but no one, like, E
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I don't stop for nothin I get the steppin
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Anybody checkin my cash flow, cease the weapon
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Some callin me legend, I'm sum'n like a blessin
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Wonder, why, I'm like Stevie or sum'n
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Big gat, stay strapped like I'm Weezy or sum'n
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Thank God, go hard, like I'm Jeezy or sum'n
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People watch me, like, I'm a T.V. or sum'n
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They copy my style like they wanna be me or sum'n
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Yes! Uh! You don't turn the heads we turnin
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Uh! And you don't burn the bread we burnin
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Pockets fat, we call it Sherman
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It's the green eyed bandit, E. Sermon
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[Chorus: Sam-bo]
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You could walk the way I walk, move the way I move
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Talk the way I talk do the thangs that I do
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But you still not me! You still not me!
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Could have a whole 'lot of this, a whole 'lot of that
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Wit a whole 'lot of bricks and a whole 'lot of stacks
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But you still not me! You still not me!
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No! No! No!
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