[Hook 5X: Laza-life & Dungeon Masta]
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Make money, money, make money, money, money
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Take money, money, take money, money, money
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[Chorus: Popa Chief]
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Never shit where you eat, never admit defeat
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We never got beaten, and if we have to we cheat
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Only t'ing about me is sweet, be the carrot cake I eat
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Don't trust everyone you meet
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Scan for leaks, all the squeeks, exclude the meak
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Shout your wisdom from the highest mountain peak
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Keep in mind crooked politicians get impeached
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Even the littlest shorties be packin heat
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[Hook 2X]
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[Laza-life]
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Girl you're big now, tradin your fist for the biscuit
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Shit this, difficult, we sent to have you dyslex'
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Mission to stick shift, endin of the nonsense
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Cee-Lo trip six, head crack come to them dipsticks
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Shit this, fix got him stripped to statistics
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Head crack in the tidbits, from ballystics
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Son ain't hissin, like dumb bat, listen and snitched on Nixon
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To get his richest, bitches, my definiton
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Attempts for the movement, ends up with the switches
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Stick politics for their drinks, in the midst of a sentence
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Drain pisses, slickness, got 'em all pinned by tradition
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[Hook 4X]
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[Dungeon Masta]
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Yo.. blaze us!
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Niggas wanna test me, but see me not
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Bust my glock, thugged out, bring in the cops
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Hittin the block, stackin cheddar, pushin your rock
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Drugs and shots, the 10th Chamber never be stopped
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Eh yo, shorty where my forty? Get my cap and twist
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After this, session you can have the dick
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You long for this, gold tip hard and stiff
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Gotta get my life right, just before I spit
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Guns with clips, blow you if you ain't legit
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Drunk nigga comin through with my Pilot lit
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What?
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[Hook 2X]
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[Popa Chief]
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Yo, time stands still for no one
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I walk rappers with that lyrical perfection
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I got more body than Doc Kevorkian
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Ghetto fashion, that motherfucker, no reflection
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Mental erection, the end of the pussy is an extension
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Know the passin, by the leep, ends the valley
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That's your ass, with the postman
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Guess who's disgruntled, to the core of the earth by tunnel
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Flirted with death, nigga danger for Aaron Hawk
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I pay attention to details, on point like e-mail
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Been there and back, quicker than Rocket Ishmail
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Burn heart felt, dead men tell no tales
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You can't be trusted like Leon left with a keg of fishscale
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About that, who you think gon' biggest, biggest sell?
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I make what I write, on paper, real
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A picture worth a thousand words you can feel
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I'm not stuck on crills, or how many pounds you steal
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Or how many drug deals it take to keep it ill
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Never miss the mill, before I die I'ma touch a bill
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Put that on my moms and my seeds, signed and sealed
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Shot my mouth on the top of Blueberry Hills
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Went up in the air and ain't came down still
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You know the drill.. yeah
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[Hook 4X]
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[Chorus - replace "shorties" with "niggaz" on last line]
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[Hook repeats to fade w/ slight variations]
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Never Shit Where You Eat
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| Popa Wu |
