(CJ Mac)
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I still sell around the club, grips and bloods and hoodrats, all around me
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Ain't nobody guards, but ain't nobody tryin' to clown me
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Hehe, my ass motherfucker try an' test
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Last six days your whole gay crew, buyin' vests and ass bets
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Hit it like DeNiro and Pacino gettin' head like I'm Little Nickie
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Play the "Casino", greedy bitches gettin' blown like Sharon gettin' stoned
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But this ain't no fuckin' movie, ain't nobody yellin' "cut" and gettin' up
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Fuck the bullshit, I pull quick and unload
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Leave a nigga ass - bumpy like a toad
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and stay trippin', accused of crippin'
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And ain't the Nine shit that stay flyin' by in six-hundred giant shit
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Ooh wee, look at me, keep it rollin' and I remember
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back when my draws were stolen, but valued to keep it ballin'
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Fuck you and a nigga tryin' to speak
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Realsome player shit ain't too played out to get deep - motherfucker!!
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CJ Mac (Interlude) (featuring CJ Mac)
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| Ice-T |
