[Verse: {DJ Whoo Kid}]
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Uh! - Y'all all bore me witcha full clip stories
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Sittin' on green like bullshit jewelry. (yeah!)
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Top 5 all swagger aside
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I'm a rare gem magnified, Shotgun in Magnum rides. (RIGHT!) [gunshot]
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Not one to advertise.
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You betta guess right? - Do I got it? Is my neck white?
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Removin' dollars with' my left, right (uh!)
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Right or wrong, wrong move getcha leg swiped, hit 'til ya head white! (whoo!)
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Jet thru the red light, gamble everything that I own,
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Do it again type bounce back, Benzy on chrome!
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You and ya friends like
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Can't leave the Benji's alone, therefore my pen write, unforgettable insight. (uh!)
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Lyrical invite! (uh!) - Miracle street-wise
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Shoulda been dead 3 times, know how to read signs. (yeah!)
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See you in my MVP prime!
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Grammy night MTV shine. (SUCKA!)
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I know what we did and how we did it. - But forget that it's me a minute.
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It's like I live in the hood as much as you see us in it.
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9 millies and dymes with' it - in my New York fitted
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A hater can't get a New York minute. - City second! (uh!)
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What I throw'll fuck up ya head, you really catch it
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Nigga write one rhyme 'bout me. - Silly record!
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100 thou' vote, verbal insult - until he exit
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You think the outfit make the man, you really naked. (STUPID!)
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They hear ya stories but do they respect it?
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The words only real as who relay the message.
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I had a dream, I shared lines with' Big,
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I had a dream I shared mines with' 'Pac, with' kush pounds in stock. (whoo!)
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On a crowded public housing block
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To get thru the gate. - I'll run a hundred miles and hop!
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Track and field on 'em. (yeah!) - I bring ya whole shit down, {Whooooooooooooooooooo}
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Shaq O' Neal on 'em, haters is out. - I pack the steel for 'em! {Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
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Make it sting like a eel on 'em,
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When they see the drops with the big box and hologram wheel on 'em.
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European feel on 'em. (uh-huh!) - I got a Peter Warrant,
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Make Mack's in the back. - Make the V historic! (CLASSIC!)
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Don't be a waste of time, be important.
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Carry ya neighborhood, see 'em walk it much as ya talk it, shit is awkward!
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Cause I ain't heard a spitter in years
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Ya overshadowed! - Now watch how I get rid of the queers.
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The bigger the stress, the bigger the swears and grey hairs
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If they stare, what they hear in the eyes can see lies.
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I'm revised and reborn, we advised to be strong, (uh!)
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Cause it's on, fame gone, rolled on, word bond, hold on!
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You niggas tellin' me that punk shit cool?
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Salute to the real! - Cause they the ones that don't get grew.
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Caged in like a zoo! - That's why they goin' ape and shit
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Lost child taught to short smile and make paper flip!
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G-R-Double-E-... -N G-A-N-G!
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Grim reaper, B! - I'll bury any MC!
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Swishers to the head. - Cause I'm starin' at these old pictures,
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And all the niggas in the pictures is dead.
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Hungry! - Who woulda pictured me Fed?
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I worked my ass off to get me some bread, now that I'm here! - I'm a get me some head.
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It's all repetitive, party after party
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Wrong place, right time, tali's cardiac ya body. (pop! pop! pop!)
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I be soaked swag! - Ya boy cleaner than the fuck
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Steal my notepad, ya tryna heat a nigga up.
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The year is up! - Expectin' new shit to be worse
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Expect me to reign! - King since my +Victory+ verse! - Truth hurts!
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[Outro:]
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And the truth is...
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I'm on a whole 'nother level! {Whooooooooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! }
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Hands down, I'm the hottest shit in the street right now!
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What?
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One and only PLK boy!
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SouthSide stand up!
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I'm on my shit! [gunshot]
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In the studio cookin' up this new shit!
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You know, this next classic!
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It's gon' be a problem, I swear to...
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Maaaaannnn!
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50 whattUp?
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Yay' whattup?
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G-G-G! [gunshot]
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2 G's Up! [gunshot] [beat stops]
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[Female speaks]
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"Radioplanet-dot-TV"!
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"Radioplanet-dot-TV"!
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Truth Hurts
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| Lloyd Banks |
