Bring it in one time, Solid Scheme
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Hook: (x3)
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(Gotta story to tell y'all)
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(Here's a lil' story I got ta do)
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Verse 1: Books
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Uh
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Well say hello to the bad guy or am I or [shit] cos I'm ya
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local slinger swinger, quick ta bring the drama
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plus not takin the sweat but test me if ya wanna
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I'm baggin kids up like they bag that chick T'wanna
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*?Prawley?*, some ignore me, others I bother
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for the props and top dollar, G I'm doin what I gotta, see
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I puts the fear in ya heart kid, I start [fuckin] for nuttin
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and no this ain't the dope that catch ya cuttin, bust
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Now's the time to make my move cos I'm out to do tha
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kid that tried to slip for some buda, sleep (word up)
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I peeped every spot his boys be, I got crew
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But what am I do is get somebody new to do it for me
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I'm catchin wreck to prove a point, time is loot
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and I ain't spinnin it in the joint but better yet
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These days I'm all professional, some new [shit] I got
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I check this nigga that I used to snatch jewels wit
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back in the day but nevertheless the kid's ass' slingin gas
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to pay bills to 'ford some pills that kill stress (I hear ya kid)
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Now as for me G let's just say I learnt the rules
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I paid my dues and now I cruise in my Lexus
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No better time than the present to make him an offer
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He can't refuse but might regret it, so I'ma set it
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Hook
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Verse 2: Dray
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Well, umm, take this job and shove it
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punk [fuck] it, another day of workin
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My boss is on my back and I'm about to go berserkin
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Catch a fit money grip cos pumpin gas is a bitch way
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Niggas be ridin by my job and frontin like they bitchin
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I wanna bust wit disgust cos I'm sour (aha)
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Takin all the [shit] and only gettin four dollars a hour
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There go some bitches swearin that they better
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givin a cold shoulder as they roll by in the [fuckin] jetter
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I gets no pay though cos they know that you know
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can't wait to take a [fuckin] break so I can go and puff this buddha
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I'm bustin my ass but my cash just ain't stockin
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Now who's this creepin up the [fuckin] block-in?
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Clockin, lookin like he really wanna test this
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Just another dick, I oughta stick him for that Lexus
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The [shit] is killin me, why this kid grillin me?
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actin like he wanna bust caps and start fillin me
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up wit some hot [shit], I spot [shit], I'm buggin
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I fuckin know this nigga because he used to be thuggin
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my area, causes hysteria, I guess he chillin
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We used ta rob niggas back in the day when I was illin
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like jaw-cappin niggas just for yappin
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He claim he got some loot that I can make, I give a clappin
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Umm, let him kick it cos I ain't tryin to sink in
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I need to make this dough so now ya know he got me thinkin
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Hook
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Interlude: Dray & (Books) conversing
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Yo what up kid? I know that was you B, yo waz up?
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(Yo what up kid? Yo, I'm just out here doin my thing man
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I'm tryin ta make this loot man, what up to you?)
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Yo what's up? Put me on kid, ya see what I'm doin??
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(I'm sayin man, what you doin man?)
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Word up, I get off in a few B
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(Aight! Yo I'm tryin ta see ya, word is bond!)
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Yo yo, I ain't frontin kid, word is bond!
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(Yo I'ma see ya aight)
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Verse 3: Dray, Books
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Bringin it back cos now I'm wit it
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I'm lookin ta make this loot so now I figure
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I hooked up with this nigga
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because he bound to make my pocket's bigger
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I'm lookin ta do this just gimme the cue and I'm willin
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He scooped up, suit me up
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boost me ups so now I guess we're chillin
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I'm guessin we're like on some back-in-the-day [shit]
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I need you to do me this
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justice, some busters keep on playin me on some stupid [shit]
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Crab nigga, up on the block he's just a tad bigger
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Time to earn the cash so here's the burner and the match nigga
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Yeah yeah yeah that sound cool so gimme the 2 because I'm on it
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I leave em layin stiff and if that's how ya really want it
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I'm buggin when I pull it, watch the bullet leave em leakin
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Yo, hold up, cops! Yo I think them cops is peepin
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Oh [shit], where they at? Stash the gat, toss the erb cuz
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Jakes checkin my plates and I'm tryin not to swerve, word
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My nuts is shot, I think these cops is like s |