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[Chorus]
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To all you rappers out there
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With money and fame
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Rock you in a farm-car
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Anything brand name
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Broke Willies with no money
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Keep runnin' ya game
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Can't forget all our thugs that's locked in chains
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[Fredro Starr]
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We ain't have shit growin' up, now we blowin' up
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Hundred G's is show, price low enough
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Ghetto struck, layin' in da cut, with the metal mack 11
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WHAT?! No cup, sippin' on my reddle 7-up
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The wet life, shit is liquid, my wife trippin'
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My whole clique, I shit da wippin' last switchin'
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[X - 1, (Fredro Starr)]
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Benz to Benz skippin', supastar hittin'
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Your whole world is ice rippin', you like sniffin'
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Ya like shittin', tricks trickin', rollie with da inscription
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Watch a rich nigga clickin'
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(From New York to L.A.) same shit, different day, mad cash to play
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(When I walk my chains swing) I drew swing heavenly ill (From Beverly Hills)
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I pay 20 G's (Damn son, it betta be real) We holy your deals, it's 70 mills
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(Eaten mills of Beverly pills) Now watch how to bubble these mills
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[Chorus] (2x)
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[Sticky Fingaz, (Sonsee)]
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I grew up in the PJ's and wore the same gear for 3 days
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Sit to get a blunk out I wanna blew a mill in the month
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From a low life, the one I go shopping,
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I'm not worried about no price, I wear the same clothes TWICE!
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Fuck da POLICE!
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(It's hydro stuff L's, six plus sells
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Stones heavy on the scales themselves, EXCEL!
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Straight G's, moneys and propories
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Black F-G 15's, weighin' trees and O.C.'s)
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We O.G.'s always O.T.-ing on a low-key
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Spit more game than Goldie, ya bitch choose me
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(Suppose WE most-LY, do 'em slow-LY
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We play 'em close-LY, stayed on city cakes, they get erase them!)
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A sucker for a pretty face, with a twenty ways
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Who's Benz I hit two twins in a blue Vince
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(And we're in destroy deals, a house flow for reals)
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Cause like colour crimes, nigga dolla' dolla' sign!
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[Chorus]
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[Fredro Starr, X-1, Sonsee, Sticky Fingaz]
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Yo, we've went from rags to riches and get pitches
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With mad bitches, Yo, you can get a autograph
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Or one shot, from the semi-auto pass
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Rap niggaz flippin' more then halfs
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Livin' it up, takin' all the cash, GIVIN' IT UP!
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We set it up, on a low til it up
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In the black quest, pass sex to the extress
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From out the blackness, straight on the boulevard
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Lookin' for somethin' to get my hands in
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A stripper's dancin' in the mansion
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Word up, that's how we operate (UNCUT RAW)
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Da players copping, fake cokies stepped on TWICE!
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Put your money on the street niggaz under the light
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And hold your money tight
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Kids to die (RAZE 'EM UP) And roll 'em twice
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Egal rich niggaz ass better so trife
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Well gamble mo' of yo' life, too I couldn't see well
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Flip my P-12, Rover key to da e-mail
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Wish a hundred tell, G-bell, I walk the hog, I beat jail
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Yo, gotta each 12, kick back, relax, word up
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Nigga laid up, bills paid up
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Shit is all sunny when he pulled up in a 4-20
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We throw these cats on the sideline, lookin' all funny
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Gettin' no money, cause they every day clownin'
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We play around with thousands, a hundred G's where we countin'
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A hundred G's is show, here we're out kid (Word, word up)
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[Chorus] (2x)
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Broke Willies
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