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Verse 1: Peter Gunz
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Uh, come on, come on, come on
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Uh, and I see you
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This is it
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In '97 I made plans to see mo' money
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In '98 I blasted out in the phat 420
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When I hit the block kids stop look and stare
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Girls they point, "Yo that's that nigga over there"
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I get a lotta love, lotta hate
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Yes that's the bet you make when you see a lotta cake
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Now they calling me fake
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Shit back they was calling me love
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Now they're scratching up my car and calling me blood
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See it be the ones you know scheming on the low
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Saying you're dope but steady sizing up your Rol'
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I drift, to the past where there's no riches
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No hits and no chips and no bitches
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Just another cat named Peter
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Trying to make a dollar off a nine millimetre
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Now life a little sweeter
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I'm in the dealer
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Coppin' a drop
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On the beach in Hawaii with Mariah, wop!
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Laying up in Wakiki, MTV, figures why these niggas wanna envy me
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Maybe cuz this young lady wanna sin for me
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Because I ball you got it in me?
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But Ima
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Chorus: Peter Gunz & Lord Tariq
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(keep on)
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Ballin' 'til the day I die
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Keep climbing 'til I reach the sky, Ima (keep on)
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Getting money cause it's meant for I
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I deserve yo I went for mine Ima (keep on)
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And even though you hope I fail
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I turn around and hope you prevail (keep on)
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And to my sisters in the struggle alone
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And to my brothers that's locked in jail just (keep on)
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Verse 2: Lord Tariq
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Yo in the early days of the Lord everything was shey-shey
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Everyday was pay day
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Selling nickels and dimes
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Getting mine in mind state from 86 to 88
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I still hear the razor scrape on the plate
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A high school drop out
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Caught a case mom expects me to cop out
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6-G lawyer fee the case dropped like a knockout
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The Bronx was the shit but we all hung in Harlem
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Where gettin money's easy spending it was the problem
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And I cop 16 valves foot is on the pedal
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Telling bitches this your last chance to get out the ghetto
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For less I wouldn't settle
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Think big you get big
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Came across the wrong niggas almost split my wig
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Some say I bitched up because I switched up and started rapping
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But I'm turning gold crack sales to drugs raps platinum
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See these streets through my eyes and you can feel 'em though my words
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I swore to god that I'm gon' be heard And Ima
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Chorus
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Bridge: Peter Gunz
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You gotta (keep on)
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just (keep on)
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You gotta (keep on)
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just (keep on)
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You gotta (keep on)
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just (keep on)
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You gotta (keep on)
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To all my people on the East (keep on)
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And all my people on the West (keep on)
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And all my people in the North (keep on)
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And all my people in the South (keep on)
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You gotta (keep on)
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Verse 3: Peter Gunz & Lord Tariq
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To my sisters raising kids alone
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Feeling stuck cuz your man ain't home
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Don't wanna be a father don't bother
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Honey, stay on the job
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Cuz that man gotta answer to God so baby (keep on)
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I drop a tear on this poem as I write to my dog
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Pistol, I miss you sincerely yours from the Lord
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You held it down on our side of the town at any cost
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And you loved in the checks by Money Boss so (keep on)
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To my cousin G,
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I know you're feeling trapped in the chair
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All alone like nobody ain't there
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Never fear
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Me and Touch still here
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Remember what I said dog, Ima be your arms and legs you just (keep on)
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And to all my niggas on the streets
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Wanna do out the States
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Keep your eyes open always look straight
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Never fall for the bait
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You look back and you might get snatched
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And if so just close your trap
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You gotta (keep on)
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Chorus
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Keep On
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Lord Tariq and Peter Gunz |