[E-40:]
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Turn up the music
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[Chorus x4: E-40]
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["Turn up the music!" x3] Turn up the music
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[E-40:]
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Pockets starvin, niggaz hurtin, money gone (money gone)
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It's kinda like tryin to pass a kidney stone (kidney stone)
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But I got hustle in my veins in my bones in my skin
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Motherfucker I'm a win!
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One foot in the grave (grave) the other one in the pen (pen)
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One hand on the scale (scale) the other one on my extennndo
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Heartless, empty the cartridge raw
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Darkness, get out of Dodge so far
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Now I don't look for trouble but trouble be always seemin to find me
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Suckers don't wanna schuffle but suckers'll rather try to die me
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Blind me, grimey, sneak up right behind me
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Creep up on a fixture and give it to a nigga [BLAOW! ]
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You might be slick mayne, but I'm much slicker (I'm much slicker)
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You might be sick mayne, but I'm much sicker (I'm much sicker)
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That's yo' wife mayne, but she my ripper
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What'chu want peeyimp?
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[Chorus]
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[E-40:]
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Watch this though...
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I was talkin to my mentor, look what I do
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I said that I tell him I told him you don't know what I've been through
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You don't know what I can do, you don't see what I can see
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But I'm a listen to you cause you my motherfuckin O.G.
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You can learn from an infant, you can learn from a baby
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You can learn from a dopefiend that appear to be crazy
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Family I'm lifted like a toilet seat, high as fuck I'm hazy
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But there's somethin about that hit on me that make a hustler angry
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With a slap like this that make my next door neighbors wanna hate me
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Call up police and snitch report a hustler to the federales
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Man I'm about my chips, I'm concrete and I'm solid (solid)
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Rubber bands, fuck a money clip or wallet (wallet)
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Send a sucker to hell or either heaven
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With my AK-47 or my FM-57
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.62, my Mac-11 make you sing the blues
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Blow you out your shoes, your only clue is Headline News
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[Chorus]
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[E-40:]
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Uhhh! Turn up the music
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Never pull a pistol if you ain't plannin on usin it (mm-mm)
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And around around it goes
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Roamin stop nobody, no skatin in my Oldsssssss-mobile
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Sittin on top of the hill
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Smokin on some kill, burnin the rubber off my wheels
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Lettin her know that I'm for real, showin off my skill
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Me and my, redbone, french and black, maybe Creole
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I'd rather not shoot you, I'd rather fight
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I just look like this but I'll be the first one to strike!
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Fucked this broad the other night
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Had the mm-mmm, her monkey was hella tight
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Her ex lookin like he wanna take flight
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Knowin that the nigga softer than a baby wipe
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He tryin to prove it, I knew it, and that fluid'll do it
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Before I lose it... turn up the music (beitch!)
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[Chorus]
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Turn Up The Music
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