Oh God
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Andre Nickatina & Equipto
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(Queezy)
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It¡¯s two for the money
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I¡¯m through with the funny actin hoes
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They sharin each other clothes
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The game run in and close
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You bottom ???
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Your jealous
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cause I¡¯m doin it rockin these shows
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suppose the game changed
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it still I would maintain
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hustling off top and rumble the same day
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and shake it all you can girl
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it might be ladies night but it¡¯s a man¡¯s world
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I got a plan to get it
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But you so random wit it
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Im gone and can¡¯t chance it
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understand this pimpin is strong
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no, no I ain¡¯t fuckin for freebees
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it look real good but don¡¯t nuttin come eazy
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the bitches say queezy I¡¯m losin my mind
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don¡¯t trip cause it¡¯s ¡®Moe
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I can do wit my time
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I don¡¯t rhyme for the flossy things
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I¡¯m on the grind like coffee beans
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By all means
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I gotta, yadidimean for the thizz nation
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Countinuin goin hard keep bitch breakin
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Which way it goes im like hey
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I¡¯m all about makin the money the right way
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What I say goes though I might lay low
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When I hit the scene it¡¯s like they know
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It¡¯s a typical¡¦
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(Nicky T)
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Man I¡¯m 45 official and a missile in your mental
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Man this game is clear as crystal
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And it¡¯s really out to get you
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Man this roll is made of gold
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If your crownin me the wizard
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Be my little pizza girl
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Yo and baby you¡¯ll deliver
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Cause your shootin through the city
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And your pretty like a diamond
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Man walkin in the rain
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I couldn¡¯t tell that you was cryin
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It was all about the sugar caine
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Goin through the sugar thangs
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Had to get my grits
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baby girl when the sugar came
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Hopped you on the first plane
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Took you to another state
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Different place, different face, staggered in the balla race
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Baby what you gonna make, baby gave a little shake
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Said she wasn¡¯t gonna stop until she got in first place
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Focus like a striper shoota
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On her like a barracuda
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Talkin like I¡¯m Rifta Ruler
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This is how I have to do ya
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This is how I have to school ya
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Boss on three
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Bring it to the table then it¡¯s all on me
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Big bank!
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(Queezy)
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It¡¯s temptation without the endulsion
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To show passion without the emotion
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Im a cold cat roll that blunt
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And off a impulse I can¡¯t hold back once
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Through rapid fire, so real you can¡¯t deny
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It¡¯s like you hearin ghosts from the after life
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So pass the weed and proceed baby I get over high
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You know, cross my heart and hope to die
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You see we self made eatin good cause we well paid
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Although I never ever made it past the 12th grade
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No GEDs or cap and gown
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Basically known for my rappin¡¯ style
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Puttin it down and shuffling through yo town
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It¡¯s big now
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I got a list I wanna turn to get down
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And my name ring bells now west to east
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It¡¯s all false till a muthafucka rest in piece
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You know life
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Oh God
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Andre Nickatina |