* hidden track after "The Worst"
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[Sticky Fingaz]
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Follow my footsteps, used to ante up for a nickel sack
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From Vange Hill to Moon, you touch me, I got to get you back
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Roll on the stolen V's with he-ho chase you
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Cop a six more time, and 3 years probation
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We be offender, bender, no retreat, no surrender
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I'm the number one contender
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I got a new game plan, strictly sportin name brand
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Layin in the pound hunted, footin through your town blunted
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On some shit that get you burnt throats
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Amputated all the turn coats, and get cremated
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Never been B-rated, my 5 plated, is how I get fights
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I have your family driving in the daytime wit they head lights
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[Chorus: All City]
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I'm daily thinkin of a life gleamin
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That life we in, how to obtain, and what's the meanin
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The fact that cash rules, these last days
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We the last crews, my present wars and my past rules
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True soldier, no matter the goal
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We gettin closer, for bitch ass niggas, it's just about over
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I'm in it for the long haul, this goes out
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To all my true livin dogs and my SOHO
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[Fredro Starr]
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Don't talk about it, make it happ'
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Don't fake it chap
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The hennecy act, got you light gat
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You wanna block, try to hold nine
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Son you livin on my time, don't try to Overshine
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Play your p, play your position
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I stay with G, stay on a mission
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Precisely, good, wit game, I'm nicely
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Shifftee son, still shiesty
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You in your eight fifty, ridin shotgun
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If you can count your money, you ain't got none
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And bitches beat they game tight
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Baby, get the name right, see G. comin, like a train light
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And niggas be don pretending
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But I'm armed and bendin, so they can get the John Lennon
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Hundred dollar gator players
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Silk shirts and champagne, don't know a thing about the damn game
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[Chorus]
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[Sonsee]
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My artistic creation, or decoration will set the nation
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With AlphaStation of lyric lacin, for all occasions
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Engagements and events, for big dollars and cents
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Makin niggas past tense, it's consequence
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All I see around me, makes up the place
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But if you don't hold down your space, you quickly get erased
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Don't waste, a thought, thinkin
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I ain't gon' be bringin the guns that grants hole
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To my body, dead and stinkin
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Watch as I back draft, on the last glass, and trap crash
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Catch the hash blast, when I puff the black wrath
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Learn the tricks of the trade, to be self made
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Those who slept, stay where they started and got played
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[Chorus]
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Overshine *
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