(feat. Nas, Kevin Cossom)
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Oo ah ah ah ahhh (maybach music, it's deeper than the verse baby, it's deeper than the rap).
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[Hook:]
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Doin a 150 miles and runnin,
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Get up in the way then you know that I'm gunnin,
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Laff about the doe but really ain't nutin funny,
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Gettin rich in a rush, Yeah you know us,
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We the Usual Suspectsss,
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The real definition of success,
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Throwin money cause I can and I love it,
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From nothin, To somethin...
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You know us we the Usual Suspectss,
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You no the boys on the block wanna take us,
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Cause we bringin all of the paper, n
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From nothinn, To somethinn,
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You know us we the Usual Suspects.
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[Rick Ross:]
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17 tryna man up,
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Feed the fam boy I put that on these damn goods,
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All I got was diabetes and a damn uggg,
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People talkin down callin me a damn sprug,
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Young niggas all you wana do is roam free,
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On your own feet gotta cook your own beef,
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I'm too cool for lame dudes that ridicule,
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I laugh while I'm doin laps in the swimmin pool,
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I don't owe you niggas nuthin,
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Call me 2 fingers when you see a nigga stuntin,
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Black philip drummin limousines of the hummer,
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Penthouse sweet, pretty beach I call the summer,
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Lotta homies pass,
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See em in the future,
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Moneys so fast, on the gas, never neutral,
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Gotta keep a shooter while I'm ridin in the 7,
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Higher than a kite by the time I get to heaven.
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[Hook:]
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Doin a 150 miles and runnin,
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Get up in ma way then you know that I'm gunnin,
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Laff about the doe but really ain't nutin funny,
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Gettin rich in a rush, Yeah you know us,
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We the Usual Suspectsss,
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The real definition of success,
|
Throwin money cause I can and I love it,
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From nothin, To somethin...
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You know us we the Usual Suspectss,
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You no the boys on the block wanna take us,
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Cause we bringin all of the paper, n
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From nothinn, To somethinn,
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You know us we the Usual Suspects.
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[Nas:]
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And still my talent is yet to be challenged,
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Had new jet with my own pilot,
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No blastin off, but flexin, Dj Khaled,
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My mom stressin college,
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But my crude sense of logic, did a lude to my empty wallet,
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Try spittiin on a green tinted accord,
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Which could mean a sentence up north,
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Where the homie was, but back then doe was like a hoard, it goldie love, it didn't exist,
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And office foley cuffs, was after my wrists,
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Was not beverly hills where we chilled,
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Imagine this, the nas n rith,
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Had to get from rags to rich,
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I used to stand on rooftops, with 2 glocks,
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Figurin, how do I turn my timbalands to clocks,
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Now reptiles was left out about a watch,
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What is you thinkin? Murk u, plus the muscle that you bringin is nothin to me,
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If you thuggin, a fake and shaked on cuban,
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Shout out my ricans,
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Down with all of you gangstas, to the roughest jamiacans.
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[Hook:]
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Doin a 150 miles and runnin,
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Get up in the way then you know that I'm gunnin,
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Laff about the doe but really ain't nutin funny,
|
Gettin rich in a rush, Yeah you know us,
|
We the Usual Suspectsss,
|
The real definition of success,
|
Throwin money cause I can and I love it,
|
From nothin, To somethin...
|
You know us we the Usual Suspectss,
|
You no the boys on the block wanna take us,
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Cause we bringin all of the paper, n
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From nothinn, To somethinn,
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You know us we the Usual Suspects.
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[Rick Ross:]
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If you ballin physics, nigga money never flow,
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Meanin every day I'm livin, tryna stay on flow,
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Coming from a BOSS, I can predict a double cross,
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Handlers managin money, they never come across.
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I spend in Africa, Magnamers, numbers involved,
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AK47s, Singin win or by sum or you fall?
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I dealt with brawls, and those willin to sell they soul,
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Over cars and clothes, man am talkin petty hoes,
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Ask ma feddi grow,
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Fuck a feet of spaghetti-o's.
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I'm club poppin in cali shout out to ariel,
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Somebody dim the lights,
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Triple black tuts,
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Caz associated and the flesh is tryna catch up,
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I roam with niggas who destined to get a life sentence,
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Get they baby mama a lexus for them nice visits,
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Ma nigga got a dub an love to do the push ups,
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I got a million cash, tryna get the kush up.
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[Hook:]
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Doin a 150 miles and runnin,
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Get up in the way then you know that I'm gunn |