[Verse 1]
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Nigga, this is not a fictional tale, this shit real
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Who's sittin' in the Bookings? Charged, direct sale
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Third shootout¡¦ we was fightin' for positions?
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Shell casings out my 9 flyin' through your mama kitchen
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Paper we stack it, yeah, pistols we pack it
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You fuck around, we'll blow your heart out the back of your jacket
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Bitch, get down or lay down, my work is that chach
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'Cause he got big, now he lieutenant so he sit there and watch
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I swear to God I think I had the same vision that Cat had
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Woke up sayin' "we gon' turn them corners to Baghdad"
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Yeah, we was young, but we had guns, we started juxing niggas
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All you hear is Boo-Boo fuckin' with them Brooklyn niggas
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I had supreme schemes, call it Wall thoughts
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Start shootin', I bet I'll clear off the ball court
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I want it all, that's just how I fuckin' feel, boy
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Get in the way, you gon' take you a trip to Deramores
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[Hook]
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I'm dreamin' of¡¦
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My dream of freedom¡¦
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Financial freedom
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[Verse 2]
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Consist of big bags of bread and some coke, nigga
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You can get with the program, fam'll get smoked, nigga
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We was a school of sharks - a bunch of young soldiers
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Open your head when you're half dead ? you see? I told you
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On the island, got that burner, got the flamethrower
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A couple niggas got blown, I got my name known
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Over the phones, soon as I'm home, the game's sewn
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I got connections ? look, bitch, I'm connected
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And I ain't givin' niggas no passes, so respect it
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Or get dealt with, I'll break you off proper
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You ready to die, huh? Too much Big Poppa
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Easy ? nigga chill or get laid out
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I'll put a hole in you then find out what your gang 'bout
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I do my dirt, I'm hardly ever by my lonely
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I got that Tec with that cooling system on me,
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You think you want it, you don't want it with me homie
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[Hook]
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[Verse 3]
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We stackin' paper 'til we strong then we takin' over
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Grab a gat, bring the crack back with baking soda
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Bridge the gap, get slapped, actin' like you know us
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North Pole, nah, Southside produce the colas
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We're the last of our litter, this is what they taught us
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We've got to kill what we eat, that nigga chain a bonus
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If you ain't gamblin', get the fuck out the spot, boy
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Shoot an ace off your foot, that's some shit you should get shot for
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Fuck it, when I win I'm a winner ? when I lose, I'm a winner
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'Cause to my niggas y'all niggas lookin' like steak dinner
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You screw your face the fuck up, you gon' do what?
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The strap big enough in my truck to chew your crew up
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Nigga stand down or get manned down
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Mack, two clips, 30 rounds plus 30 rounds, flip it around
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You gon' fuck around and get jammed up, blammed up
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Hit your spine, a standup nigga can't even stand up
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[Hook]
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Financial Freedom
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50 Cent |