*featuring DJ Clue, Joe Budden, Paul Cain
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[Intro - DJ Clue]
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Yeah y'all
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This the Triangle Offense
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Ghetto Fab
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Paul Cain, Joe Buddens
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We all "Street Dreams"
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At one time or another
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Fast cars, cash
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Money, hustlin...
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C'mon y'all
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Desert Storm
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[Chorus - Paul Cain]
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Some niggas thug, and some niggas is bitch
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Some niggas'll rob, and some niggas'll pitch
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Some niggas ain't got shit, some niggas rich
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Some niggas do the time, and some live as a snitch
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[Verse 1 - Paul Cain]
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Now some niggas like to pull out and talk, some niggas pop off
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Some niggas found they way to the top, some niggas got lost
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Some niggas keep it thorough in jail, some niggas got soft
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Some niggas ride hard top Coupe, I pull the top off
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And quick to speed off on the jake
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Quick to back, any nigga gettin money, come up off of the safe
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Fuck the city, I'm extortin the state
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I'm like O. from the "Wire", walk wit a sawed-off and a.8
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When I was taught, never talk wit a snake
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When you kill a nigga you love, you pay for the coffin and weight
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Get you wrapped up, and tossed in a lake
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If you can't get the whole pie, just take ya portion and skate
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Don't fuck wit niggas, if they soft or they fake
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Only jail cats, and niggas going back and forth to court could relate
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Fuck wit me, and I'ma alter ya fate
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Send some wolves after ya girl, I specialize in torture and rape
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We in the game most dudes ain't built for
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Cain talk the type of shit, niggas get killed for
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Whatever it's gon' be, let it be, I ain't waistin a slug
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And time is money, and when it come to mind, take it in blood, nigga
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[Chorus - Fabolous]
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Some niggas thug, and some niggas is bitch
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Some niggas rob, and some niggas'll pitch
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Some niggas ain't got nothin, some niggas rich
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Some niggas do the time, and some live as a snitch
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[Verse 2 - Fabolous]
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These niggas act like, I ain't sling the clip at the last lane
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And ran to the cops, to bring the tips of the last names (Nigga!)
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Like I ain't bring the shipments, and past caine
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And sticky that'll leave ya finger tips wit the grass stains (Nigga!)
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Like I don't swing and zip through the fast lane
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Would you believe, this ringer chipped me a fast Range (Nigga!)
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Like I ain't sling on stips, till my past fame
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And stacked it up, like the Pringle chips, when the cash came (Nigga!)
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Like I ain't fling and dip, when the task came
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I knew these niggas sing like pits, so I stash change
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The singles chipped in my ass changed
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But this player never pay for, them rings and whips, just to gas dance
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I'm why you stay in touch wit ya writer
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Even made you pick up ya pen, and start clutchin it tighter
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I ain't much of a fighter
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But I know, everything about rollin up, like a Dutch in a Spyder
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My dope is much more than whiter
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One hit'll have the fiends yellin out, they need crutches and lighters
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The Fed's can't touch us indict us, and the hoes can't even get numbers
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They wanna stay in touch, they could write us, nigga
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[Chorus - Joe Budden]
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Some niggas thug, and some niggas is bitch
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Some niggas rob, and some niggas'll pitch
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Some niggas ain't got shit, some niggas rich
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Some niggas do the time, and some live as a snitch
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[Verse 3 - Joe Budden]
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Listen, listen, I lived that life, of click-clack life
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The kidnap life, the kid's the wise, I did that twice!
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You prolly see that through ya bitch ass eyes
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Still I'm that nigga that you get at why
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Man forget that they knew me, remeber me thug
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I'm from that same block, rips snorkle on ja dip in a Lucy
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'Member they back you down, when knives was out.45 was out, scully ya eyes come out
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But now could you hear nigga all in this place
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That when you see him in the streets, you gettin all in his face
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More you give a nigga, the more that he takes, and you wanna beef
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Knowin I'm slower than do so, cause I got much more at stake
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HUH!?... that's why I'm ignorin ya page
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I can't respect you no more, you's a fraud and a snake
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But you noticed that's the hate that I love
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You see me eating off rat, that same feat you think you capable of
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Don't get me worng, I would like to get it
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But you acting like, I |