Yeah
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This joint right here is goin out to everybody gettin money
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I mean the real CREAM
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All up and down the East and West coast
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Check it [echoes]
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[Chorus: repeat 2X]
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Hustlin is the key to success
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Money is the key to sex
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The life is gettin cash, drinkin Mo', gettin blessed
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The games people play
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The names people slay
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It's just another ordinary day
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[Verse One]
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One's for the cash, two's for every blunt's ash
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Three's for all the 40 brews goin to cruise the bowel
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Four's for the drugs, sex, and power
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I be the top dolla scala, rockin gold collars
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While you tryin to sip the juice, I'm takin swallows
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Step into my zone and get blown, my ways are internationally known
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Yeah, in case you haven't heard the rep
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Have an appetite for beef and get, hand fed led
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Rapid-fire echoes through your, vicinity
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Why you messin with this nigga from Trinity?
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For every shell that fell, there's a story to tell
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But it's a fine line between grapevines and pines
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Knahmean? There's no room for snitches and loud bitches
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But it's always room for riches and deep ditches
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That's how it be in this everlasting game
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Declaring war on cocks, and leavin chumps slain
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So maintain, and put the frontin to a rest
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Or today'll be the grand openin of your chest
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Success, triple beam, knahmean?
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Dolla dolla bill
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[Chorus]
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[Verse Two]
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The streets are full of vengeance, and it's expensive
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If you don't organize your words right in your sentence
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Twelve gauge holes take souls and lives are lost
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Who said an arm and a leg was a high cost to toss?
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Things are done different, in my zip code
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Hollow tips implode, dum-dums explode
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Now your crew is screamin like they see demons when I reload
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You can't comprehend, act like you want it for clarity
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I'm pushin wigs, handin out jigs like charity
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You best to get your groove on, or get moved on
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Or play the hot steppa, and die with your shoes on
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I collects ass and cash
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While my crew consumes liquor and hash, and keep the stash
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Whether, hustlin or dustin we get busy with ours
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T.S., T.A.T., respect for miles
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The Bronx is the turf, South is the area
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Bring ten, bring twenty, the more guns the merrier
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Nobody's bad as me, no cops nabbin me
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Front if you dare and I'll change your whole anatomy
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For real... uh!
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[Chorus - repeat to fade]
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Success (DJ Premier Remix)
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| Fat Joe |
