(Verse)
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I woke up this mornin', this is insane
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Rich as a motherfucka, it ain't much changed
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Open my eyes, no suprise, I'm with a different bitch
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Different day, different ass, different tits
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Strap under my pillow, I don't want the jit
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I'm not supposed to do this shit, but I forget
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The true principles of life are supply and demand
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Guess if you never sold dope, it's hard to understand
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My man got knowledge of self, at my back God
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Find out today's mathematics when that Mac go off
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My temper volatile, grew up a violent child
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Fuck a boy scout, I air your ass out
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Nigga, nice chain, dice game, try your luck!
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Shoot a couple head cracks, leave while you up
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I'm a fly nigga, my denim vintage
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Gold medal around my neck like I won the Olympics
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(Hook)
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We came from nothing, now they saying we straight
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(Got that?)
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Nigga, hold up!
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(Let go on the cratch, son, it's cool)
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Hold on x2
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(We got bad money, what eva)
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These niggas, they watching every dime we make
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(Y'all niggas gotta chill)
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Hold up!
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(Lets be cool about this shit, relax)
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Hold on x2
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(Verse)
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We want that deluxe apartment in the sky with a clear view
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Instead we get the D's in the rear view
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We learn to play the game how it's 'posed to be played
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And so you know, you violate, you supposed to be sprayed!
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It's not a big deal to me, stay calm
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I'll shoot the shit out of a nigga, then call it Barrel Bombs
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But, if I don't do this shit myself, bet I get it done
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Shit on my nigga, you shit on me, we of one
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Used to do graffiti, now look we major
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Don't make me write my name 'cross yo face with a razor
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Re-Up, new joke, they say this sample the bomb
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This shit can take a two and we cut this bitch with a one
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Watch the fiends stand in line for the potency
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No lactose involved, pure coco leaf
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You can sniff that or cook that, to my belief
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That money coming in like we run the streets
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(Hook)
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We came from nothing, now they saying we straight
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(That's a bet, nigga, five are formed betta)
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Nigga, hold up!
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(Nigga, you gotta gamble the pot)
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Hold on x2
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(I'm winnin', you loosin')
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These niggas, they watching every dime we make
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(You got the gamblin' problem!)
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Hold up!
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(Yeah, yeah)
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Hold on x2
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(Wassup, what we doin'?)
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(Verse)
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This shit go how I said go when it's time to expand
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So say it's over your dead body and that's the plan
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You a gangster fo' real, you ready to ride
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Nigga, you gonna die a bad case of too much pride
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Check my DNA, homie I'm a different kind
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Hit the speed dial, that quick I'll get ya lined
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We don't want your block, just cop your work from us
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Those niggas you call allies can't be trust
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That Rollie all gold, I got the Midas touch
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Sometimes it's hard as hell not to touch stuff
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On the phone I heard "Yayo smacked the shit outta Kiy"
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Now Jimmy got life, we'll smack him again!
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When it's war, it will be war to the to the end
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If they ever say we lose, I start it again
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Let's sneak the niggas spray that Semi at your momma crib
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With a silencer we couldn't even hear that shit
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(Hook)
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We came from nothing, now they saying we straight
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(I don't fuck wit nigga, mane)
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Nigga, hold up!
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(These niggas is roaches, mane)
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Hold on x2
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(Dirty ass niggas)
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These niggas, they watching every dime we make
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(Boy, you bet be easy, I ain't playn wit you, boy)
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Hold up!
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(Boy must have bumped yo muthafuckin' head or smth, boy!)
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Hold on x2
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(I don't give a fuck about that old school shit)
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(Talkin' bout?! You got me fucked up, nigga)
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Hold On
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| 50 Cent |
