[Chorus: Mr. Shadow]
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Now what am I to do
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Hoes wanna do me, foes wanna do me in
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Now what am I to do
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On the streets with the war, and shit you ain't known
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Now what am I to do
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I keep breaking the laws, stay rugged and raw uhh
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Now what am I to do
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If I come to jack him then I'm gonna jack you too
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[Mr. Shadow]
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What am I to do uhh check it out
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This is for my riders who be moving things
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Out of state with a full crate doing it big, fooling the pigs
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Who's in the mix and who's not
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You can tell by the way a fool talks and walks
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Around the clock, it's never to late to clock
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The longer you stay on the block, the bigger the knot
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We plot schemes that turn dreams into real life
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Handle our business and do the shit right
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Now what am I to do, yeah
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The streets are loyal so I gotta stay true
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Paid dues and the game will pay you, that's real
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Don't try to act sick, you'll sit down for your last meal
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The battle field is made out for real soldiers
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Bald motherfuckers with stripes on they shoulders
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Nothing can hold us now, we full throttle
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Money talks, bullshit walks, that's the motto
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[Chorus]
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Kickin' up dust, we kickin' up dirt
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Your picking up ounces, we pickin' up birds
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Under no circumstance do anything piety
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Why risk your ass trying to cop a quick twenty
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Every motherfucker I work with is major
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Nobody menos, nobody can break us
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Move makers, from Diego to Vegas
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Real players with the name you can't blame us
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Haters can't stand the next man doing better
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First you gotta master the skill to make cheddar
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Faster than the average when it comes to stacking cabbage
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It ain't a hobby motherfucker it's a habit
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I have it in my blood (what) to taste lute
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And take fruit to the cranium harder than titanium
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It's like a stadium we all play in it
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Some of you lose and most of us come out winnin'
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[Chorus]
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If you all about banging, making others hate you
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They hate you cause you doing it right, plain and simple
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Sicko ass fools with tattoos, on the free way
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In Sunny Southern Cali, CA is where we play
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Gangs, ten steps ahead of these lames
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Shipping out full crates from the state where it never rains
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Don't complain or take two to the brain
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I'll drag your body like the foot drags a ball on the chain
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You say nothin' when they ask you somethin'
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You get the run in or get done in when I'm dumpin'
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13 rounds that's the sound, then you hit the ground
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You ain't safe or sound when I'm around
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Now everybody listen, stop, look
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Lie straight or get booked by this Southside crook
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Yeah, I leave em shooked in the state of shock
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Don't get caught on my block with no strap and your pants drop
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[Chorus]
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Now what am I to do
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Now what am I to do
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Now what am I to do
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Now what am I to do, to do, to do, to do
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What Am I to Do
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Mr. Shadow |