Geah
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Hey (c'mon)
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To the full degree (c'mon, geah check it out)
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(check it out)
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We 'bout it
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Gettin' that paper
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We 'bout it
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Check it out
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Federalies gaffling up so keep it tight
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These songs to do wrong so fuck being right
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Late nite hype's the fiends
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Nobody serves 'em better to the letter
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We gets the chedder
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To the way back days
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Where the Half Ounce lays
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Gun tucked by the nuts
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As the one time struts
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Gets my bail on cause I ain't tryin' to get caught around here
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Be another nigger locked up for the next 10 years
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No Shapiro, no ?Sapino?, big bambino
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Roulette spends 20 G's in the casino
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Hits the blackjack decked in Armani
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(In a 9-6-5 I'm Clyde, my bitch is Bonnie)
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Too sweet
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Better yet too clean, pickin' the paper
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Takin' you there like the Staples, but they ain't catchin' no vapors
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You can't see me, nobody I trust
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Only the Half Ounce smokers get no cheese like us
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I said do you got paper?
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Check it out
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I said we got paper, no doubt uh
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Get your scrilla anyway you can
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Floss around town, bitch who's the man...
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To the days
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When I used to keeps my stash in the bush
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Nowadays be clientele with parents that push
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In my drop top with the laptop keeping up president straight
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Ok, who gots the pick-up? Bitch touch down at 8
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My niggas got the pick-up, the pager starts ringing
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It's payday, ho's know, that's why they start singing
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Dollar bills y'all
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And me throwing away pleas
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Fools got me too fucked up thinking snaps grow on trees
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Ain't no government given away free cheese
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And the bitch going through anything that floss on these D's
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Better watch out cause they might have you straight to your knees
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Have a nigga stretched out to the first degree
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Not me - drivin' planes to big yachts
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It's getting kinda hectic, I'm shaking the spot
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Chill ride, never pop, work this job, cold bitches that's down
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Married to this mob
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Chorus...
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Money don't come easy
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24 hour stand offs pushes to clucks with ?hand off?
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No bitches ever ran off
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With my pocket full of gold cause we got plenty of Tecs to unload
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My perils bring paradise
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West Side till I die, uh
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Pocket full of ice
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No Vice Squads
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Ho's still
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Walks the boulevards
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Pimp scenes, Mac Mall and Willie Green
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Got a feather in my black hat nobody can't touch
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Paper pretty much that's with Starsky & Hutch
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Give me the fed time
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Locked away won't be nice, peep a nigga stretched out with federal life
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Hard times
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No way out, better surrender
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But I got clout to stay out till next September
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D.A. I'll pay-pay fly away
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To another country that won't extradite my stay
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Me and a little senorita by the bay
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Pounds of yay' Mr. Tony ?ole?
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And ain't nobody got paper like this
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Geah
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Chorus...
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Half Ounce in the house
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Half Ounce in your mouth
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And ain't nobody got paper like this
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Geah
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Who's Tha Man
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MC Eiht |