Soooouth siiide! Haystak mak, full circle 3-6-oh,back on ya like this here.this here i say down....
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Down south players do they get busy ? Well...
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Them eagles on them spinners get dizzy as hell.
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They keep on spinnin' "beep,beep"
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As the haters start grinnin "whats up dawg?"
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They talk a lot but my boys don't study dem fools
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Who get the last laugh flossin on em covered in jewels?
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Way before some rhymin an royalty checks
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Diamonds was a way a getting more respect.
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Street flava all-star my peers r pioneers
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Sonny an k dem boys been makin money fo years
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Makin cash money like m.c. m
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U been in tha game a minute you'll remember them.
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Big body chevys, rims, spoilers,
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In an out a town like the tennesee oilers.
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Gals call us but we wont call back
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"stak your big ass thinks u all that." "yeaaah"
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[chourus: x2]
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we came a long way ay ay..just to be paid aid aid
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And we sittin on top op op,and u know it wont stop op op.
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We roll up on em "brrrrrrr,buk buk buk,vrummm,vrummm,
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Where'd that big 'ol white boy come from?
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Aw big dawgs gotta get that money "brrring"
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"street flava records" girl let me speak ta sonny.
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"whats up man?" "what's on ya mind boss?"
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"i'm thinkin 'bout a merger" "uh-huh,ya think?"
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"we murder it"
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Double s that's the way i ride
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South side til the day i die
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On the rhyme i wont be denied
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They be no joke down here where we reside
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That fast u can be on politics an status
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Mad, cash like an ass gettin apparatus
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The baddest gals be with the ugliest men
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Down for hair an nails who got the most money ta spend
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Surround sound that shit's amazin dude
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But i bring my beat-box on ya block an get rave reviews
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[chorus x2]
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Stak's a bullet in tha bill-board,rockin award shows,
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World tours,take control of record stores
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Can u see my sales soar? Fo sure,u can't deny me no more
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Pack my bags beeyotch, bon jour, i'm on tour.
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Straight clownin leavin mic stands broke
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Cuz i can put it down with out the lights and smoke
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Sonny dropped the track and it was straight up butter
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Ain't nuthin ta do but count my money, an shoot the magazine covers.
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My team's supreme, i fiend for green, like a
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Sweet splittin cheese gittin cream machine
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So many words come ta ya mind when ya mention mak-million
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Lyrical genius, got-damn this brilliant.
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So cold-blooded i shoulda been born sicilian
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Odds on doin what we doin must be one in a billion
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I played it right late at nite and i stayed alive
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I been writin erry nite since eighty-five
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[chorus x4: fade out]
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Came Along Way
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Haystak |