[Styles P]
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Yeah (yeah, D-Block)
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We ain't gon' talk this much this year, "Time is Money" nigga
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We'll talk "After Taxes" (Sheek Louch)
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There's a science to our shit nigga (you know this)
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We love each other muh'fucker
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We'll die for each other, shit is real muh'fucker
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{MARIO!!!}
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I'm from a place where they die for a dollar bill
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Some niggaz get rich, most niggaz just go to jail
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Niggaz in the hood, hit shit and they know it's real
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Either get, life or some dough for the blow you sell
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Which make me a hard fellow, paint the Benz the color of Caramellos
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Sky blue and dark yellow, chillin in Palm Meadows
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Tryin to get some M's in my hand
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Can't see the picture need to look again or get your camera a lens
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It's the game, who the fuck let the amateurs win
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I hit the wind, time to sin, pick my man up at ten
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He said P (whattup dawg) get the GT if you damaged the Benz
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It ain't the money it's respect that make me man of the men
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He said dollars is important to niggaz
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I told him holla let him earn it we extortin them niggaz (hahaha)
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Straight bodies, no slippin, no court for them niggaz
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Suck my dick, is the only words I offer them niggaz
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It's a new day and age, when I die throw {?} in my grave
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And tell my niggaz in the cage I wasn't able to save
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Sometimes the streets get the best out of men, they got a cell for you
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Crackers tryin to stretch out the pen, I go to hell for you
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See like the eyes on the pyramids
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They offer niggaz death, cause they see they got fear of it
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Shoot niggaz in the head cause it's just an experiment
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He said he was a thug to see his blood so they smearin it
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What?
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(D-Block nigga) Muh'fucker
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Shit is crazy (You know what time it is)
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Yeah (We ain't fuckin talkin too much this year)
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I'm starvin nigga (FUCK niggaz)
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It's my turn, "Time is Money"
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Poobs we out
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{Forget about it Mario}
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Man Of The Men
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Styles P |