[SPM]
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Master minded, boys get blinded
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Where the fuck my weed sack? I just can't find it
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Oh never mind it's right here
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Got a roach behind my ear, higher than the hemisphere
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Dear diary: my hood is so firery
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I remember when no one would hire me
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used to sell ivory and pounds of that greenery
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A grim scenery, but never had no fear of me
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sag my Dickies like Cantinflas, mami no te chiflas
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take my niggas out to Ninfas,
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I need a table for thirty-seven gangstas
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the way the streets raised us: double pump gauges,
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close ranges, this money never change us, leave 'em brainless
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Forever armed and dangerous
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Bubbles in my tub, not a Crip or a Blood
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I'm a thug, that's known to fight hate with love
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[Chorus]
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[Rasheed & SPM]
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On fire
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"We ain't goin' nowhere"
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Hell nah homeboy
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"We ain't goin' nowhere"
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No way, no how
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"We ain't goin' nowhere"
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So fuck what you thought
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"We ain't goin' nowhere"
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[Rasheed]
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Here we go,
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It's them soldiers from the ghetto
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the "mero mero's"
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Rasheed puffing on golden pedals
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Acapulco style Colombians from mi end
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hydroponic chronic smokin' chokin' potency love me in 'em
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crumblin' to a fine hyna, (hey)
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{but that leavin' might}?
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that I'ma love her so much
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when the hustlin' get behind her
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These senoritas be bangin' I hit 'em with the action
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assassination of the heart but won't be no attractions
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You see I'm calculating deep on my dividends
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be givin' up friends, I don't need none of that shit in the end
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Independent disposal is world wide
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Convulsion aside, the laboratory where the papers
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slide (slide, slide,slide)
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Purity assure me the highest quality
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I follows my cheddar, you countin' carrots in the Marriot
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I carry a hit from my head to the planet
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global, on my mobile, my click forever known
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[Chorus]
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[SPM]
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In God we trust,
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Partna, ain't no bossin' us
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I used to get drunk and fuck a hippopotamus
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but now I get surrounded by top notch bitches off the hinges
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I guess I got my three wishes
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To rock the world like a muthafuckin' ounce of dope
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Niggas couldn't see me, even with a microscope
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I tag cities up, run right through 'em
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other labels wonder what the fuck I'm doin'
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I'm just pursuin' my dreams, it's not what it seems
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I just wanna see my people live like kings and queens
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Versace jeans, eighteen hundred dollar shirts
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You jealous pigs on my dick act like fuckin' jerks
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but face it, all that hatin' is gay shit
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You mad cuz your house costs as much as my bracelet
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I'd rather die, then work for the man
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No more saving pennies, no more collecting cans
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We Ain't Goin' Nowhere
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