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Verse One:
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When I was five years old I realized there was a road
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At the end I will win lots of pots of gold
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Never took a break, never made a mistake
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Took time to create cos there's money to make
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To be a billionaire takes hard work for years
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Some nights I shedded tears while I sent up prayers
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Been through hard times, even worked part time
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In a ?seafood? store sweepin floors for dimes
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I was sort of a porter takin the next man's order
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Breakin my back for ?a shack for headquarters?
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All my manpower for four bucks an hour
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Took the time, I wrote rhymes in the shower
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Shoes are scoffed cos the road gets rough
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But I'ma rock it til my pockets ain't stuffed enough
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All the freaks wouldn't speak cos my checks was weak
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They would turn the other cheek so I started to seek
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A way to get a play, and maybe one day
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I'll be performin up a storm for a decent pay
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No matter how it seems I always kept the dream
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All the girlies scream and suckas get creamed
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Dreamed about it for five years straight
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Finally I got a break and cut my first plate
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The road ain't yellow and there ain't no witches
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My name is Kool G Rap, I'm on the road to the riches
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Verse Two:
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I used to stand on the block sellin cooked up rock
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Money bustin out my sock cos I really would clock
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They were for kind of fiends bringin jackets and jeans
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Magazines, anything, just to hustle for beans
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The cash was comin fast, money grew like grass
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People hungry for the blast that don't even last
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Didn't want to be involved but the money will getcha
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Gettin richer and richer, the police took my picture
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But I still supplied, some people I knew died
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Murders and homicides for bottles of suicide
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Money, jewelry, livin like a star
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And I wasn't too far from a Jaguar car
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In a small-time casino, the town's Al Pacino
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For all of the girls, the pretty boy Valentino
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I shot up stores and I kicked down doors
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Collecting scars from little neighborhood wars
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Many legs I broke, many necks I choked
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And if provoked I let the pistol smoke
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Loyal members in a crew now down with the game
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Sellin nickels and dimes, sunshine or rain
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What I had was bad from my shoes to my pad
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In the first time in my life loanin money to dad
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Now the table's turned and my lifestyle switches
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My name is Kool G Rap, I'm on the road to the riches
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Verse Three:
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?A thug a-mugs? for drugs, he eventually bugs
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Lookin for crack on carpets and rugs
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?The squealers tells? but the dealer still sells
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Little spoiled kids inheritin oil wells
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I was the type on the opposite side
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Of smokin the pipe, in a beef I got hype
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Cos rags to riches switches men to witches
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Become stitches, body bags in ditches
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Bloodshed, I painted the town red
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People fled as I put a dread's head to bed
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That mean's dead, in other words deceased
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Face got erased, bullets got released
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Bombs were planted, the kids were kidnapped
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In fact that was a way to get back
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At enemies who tried to clock G's
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on my block, now they forever knock Z's
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Plans of rampages went for ages
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Some got knocked and locked inside cages
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Some bit the dust for crumbs and crusts
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In God We Trust, now rots to rust
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Plus caps to cops, policeman drops
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You blew off his top when the pistol went pop
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Troopers, soldiers, rollin like boulders
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Eyes of hate and their hearts get colder
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Some young male put in jail
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His lawyer so good his bail is on sale
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Lookin at the hourglass, how long can this power last?
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Longer than my song but he already fell
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He likes to eat hardy, party
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Be like John Gotti, and drive a Maserati
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Rough in the ghetto, but in jail he's Jello
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Mellow, yellow fellow, tell or hell, hello
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One court date can turn an outlaw to an inmate
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But just ?stay?, ship him upstate by the Great Lakes
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And than a-wait and wait and wait
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Til he breaks, that's all it takes
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So he fakes to be a man, but he can't stand
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On his own two feet because now he's in a new land
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Rules are different and so is life
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When you think with a shank, talk with a knife
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Not my lifestyle so I made a U-turn
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More money I earn, more money to burn
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Pushin all buttons, pullin all swit |