*(Too Short talking)*
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Yeah we gettin real on this album y'all. You know I'm hearin all these
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rumors out here bout, they ran $hort Dogg up outta East Oakland. Nigga
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moved to Atlanta, ain't got no mo love in the town. I got much love in
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Oakland y'all, you know what I'm sayin, I been doin this shit fo years.
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So I'm a tell it to you juss like it happened.... BITCH.
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*(Verse 1)*
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I don't stop rappin,
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ever since the very first day,
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I grabbed the microphone, made a funky ass tape,
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I had sixteen hoes,
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suckin ten toes,
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game from the "O",
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an any real pimp knows,
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the only love hoes get is what they paid fo,
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gimme my scratch,
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what the fuck I'm a stay fo?
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I gotta make moves bitch,
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stack some G's,
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from the whole stroll,
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to my fax machine,
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I got money comin in from everywhere,
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from New York,
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to L.A.,
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to the mutha fuckin Bay,
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it's true,
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I'm the man G,
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I'm underground 106 can't ban me,
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all on the air sayin they don't fuck wit me no mo,
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I go back wit rap like K-P-O-O,
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from the very first time I grabbed the mic,
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niggaz smokin burner,
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ready to fight,
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I don't promote violence,
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I'm from Oakland where the real kick it,
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you might get killed nigga,
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or make a mill ticket,
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move down south cuz the town is wild,
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now the radio jocks wanna clown my style,
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I raised too many rappers you support,
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ask 'em who they grew up on.... TOO $HORT,
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fuck all that black ball shit it won't last,
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KMEL y'all can kiss my ass.
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*(Chorus)*
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That's why the town got rid 'o $hort (x2)
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*(Verse 2)*
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It all started back when C & H,
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went to T & B tryin to playa hate,
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I flipped a brand new Lexus,
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93,
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Joda Balls called me up said ya lyin to me,
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he said I heard you an Ran got the cash an split it,
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if I don't get my cut,
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you mutha fuckaz gonna get it,
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it was thirteen G's all mine,
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didn't give Teddy Gram one dime,
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now listen real close cuz it might be,
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hard to follow,
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Chris told Ted it was fifty thousand dollaz,
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shit sound petty,
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an it is,
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but that's how it goes when you in show biz,
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niggaz fallin out,
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should be makin millions,
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instead of studios,
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we seein lawyers in buildings,
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then we stop speakin,
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shit got funky,
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I don't give a fuck,
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mutha fucka get my money,
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I ain't never been a hoe you can't pimp me,
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I do all the work while you pimp me,
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I tried to buy him out,
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but right about then,
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they let the lions out,
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niggaz start eatin that shit up,
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you shoulda never listened,
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I'm always on this money makin mission,
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sold a car an a truck in Oakland fo that Lex,
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Jock loaned me five an I was rollin that bitch.
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*(Chorus)* x2
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Don't believe everythang you hear nigga.
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*(Verse 3)*
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I went to the freak-nik,
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shit turned me out,
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came back fo jack the rapper,
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bought me a house,
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that was August '93 time to dip,
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I hade warrants in the town an I was hot as shit,
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everytime I got stopped,
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nigga went to jail,
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treat me bad cuz I was hangin wit criminals,
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I wanted to buy me a house in the Oakland hills,
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nice lil sumpthin fo a half a mill,
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that's was right around the time Chris hooked Dru Down,
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the Luniz came through an them tricks got clowned,
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Rappin Ron tore 'em up on the freestyle tip,
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an niggaz ain't ran nobody outta shit,
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then they put it on the town,
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shit got real,
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when you was in the fourth grade I had a record deal,
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you got one hit record now you ballin,
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you make one fake album you'll be fallin,
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an that shit don't apply to me,
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present or past,
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you can meet me at the mall an get my autograph,
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or you can flash back,
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if you can do all that,
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me Fred Benz,
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an Freddy Craps,
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smokin burner upstairs in hot lips house,
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It's been fifteen years an I ain't played out,
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they playin Too $hort steppin on a Chevy pedal,
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back in the days KMEL played heavy metal.
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*(chorus)* x2
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*(Verse 4)*
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Niggaz shootin at the studio late at night,
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seen a Charokee,
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started shootin at Spice,
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at the E-40 picnic out in the park,
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niggaz gather round fo some shit to start,
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they had bullets wit my name,
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but we never got to me,
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see me sucka mutha fucka,
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shootin at the street,
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