[Intro: Swizz Beatz]
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I've been waiting for a long time (how long)
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Real damn long time (how long)
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I've been waiting for a long time (how ya feel)
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Man..
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[Hook: Swizz Beatz]
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I feel like Pac, I feel like Biggie
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I'm feeling like these hating niggas waiting to get me
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I'm losing my sleep, I'm losing my mind
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You know I go hard when it comes to mine
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I feel like Pac, Biggie, Pac, Biggie
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[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
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Sucka walk up on me, talking like he know me
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Ain't no co defendant do my dirt all by my lonely
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Down south nigga, talking jam pony
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Rest in Peace to Uncle Al he showed me my first Rollie
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Bitches want to know me, haters want to show me
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But I'm so vicious double m worth eighty tickets
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Cop just pulled me over, caught up in this thing
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Take my case to trial, my juror Paula Deen
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I know they hate a nigga but he's such a major nigga
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Tell the clip the .40 when C.I.A. with us
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305 them killas, Ricky Ross the richest
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Bel- Air on my table, I talk it then I live it
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[Hook]
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[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
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All of you starve and I eat fast
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Moussain when I creep past
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Blacked out I max out with the same same watch on me chain
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We killing niggas no repass my momma got like 3 Jags
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You talkin' bout how you ball nigga we really gettin' that street cash
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Say old money, new work
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Smell the caine on my new shirt
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My old g said strap up and don't lay your head where you do dirt
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And my momma said do school work
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I was making that tool work
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And niggas wanted me dead with a whole lot on my head
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Man they hit Big in the passenger, hit Pac in the passenger
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So I'm riding round with this Mac on me
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And a bunch of shooters in back of us
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Roll up and you a dead man
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Head shot when we clapped ya
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We sellin niggas to the murk em man, and I ain't talkin' bout Erica
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[Hook]
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[Verse 3: T.I.]
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Feel like it's me against the world
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Bury me a g
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My middle finger to the world
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I'm gon' forever be a g
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Pussy nigga want a witness stay armed no Biggie
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When we get busy no alarms just semis
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We pour out a lil liquor throw it like straight ballers
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We cradle to the grave ride when my homie call
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Give a damn if you me [?] West P
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When somebody gotta die, we gon' march to the steps
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They said Brenda had a baby but she left it in the alley
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One shot that playa hater now we going back to Cali
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Hit the time nigga I got a story to tell
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My ambitions as a rider got me ready to die
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And when we ride on no more paint we go hard as shit
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Why you complaining and you wonder why we call you bitch
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It's an every day struggle nigga me and my bitch
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It's unbelievable suicide I thought you would get
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Said fuck me warning and the gun don't blast
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Give me the loot sorry nigga one more chance
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You know this shit don't stop
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Keep these sucker under pressure
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Only god can judge me shawty I ain't mad at ya
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[Bridge: T.I.]
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Ya nigga can't see me
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A paid thug nigga
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That's why shawty wanna be me
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See a kid around around in your town kick in your door
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I feel like Pac and Biggie love the dough, more than you know
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[Hook]
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[Outro: Diddy]
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Ey yo, how you gon' compare yourself to greatness
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If you ain't ready to be great, man?
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Ain't no more to it
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I Feel Like Pac / I Feel Like Biggie
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DJ Khaled |