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I really don`t know how long I`ve been doin this shit
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I guess 2010`s the first year that you gave a shit
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I was the underdog
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So please excuse me a bit
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I need some space
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So someone please make me room in this bitch
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`Cus I`m in beast mode
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Beast mode, give me those flips I eat those
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All day I don`t sleep, no
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I don`t even know what I got sheets for
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Them pillow cases and bed frames
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Oh no, take that, don`t need those
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So hot, I don`t get high
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I don`t even know what I got weed for
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People, I`m in beast mode
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Worst thing I got these T`s for?
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Why do I rep that east side?
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No matter what yall call me B.O.
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But see I knew this before
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Everybody fed my ego
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Back in the hood and these shows
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We take the hood wherever we go
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And please know
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I am at total yes loyalty where this came
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Dedicated and totally dependable
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Yes, I committed myself to the game
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Don`t be letting em tell you them lies
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We make the industry real when it`s fake
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So they meditate,
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So yo head is risin it under the rushin at yo brain bitch
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(Verse)
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My mind state, raise the crime rate
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Break a whole brick down for old times sake
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Push an avalanche, the alpine shake
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The coupes, vanilla beam
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Deceased as pound cake
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In my condo bitches with tatties on
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Wall full of mirrors, heaven for it at it long
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My life the fast lane, getting my Andretti on
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Blow it all, you can`t take it when you dead and gone
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You can`t hide it, I smell the fear
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I can`t either, you smell a millionaire
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All crack money, now rap money
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Poor platinum niggas, fuckin rap dummies
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I rap mummies, that`s kilograms
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My brother`s keeper like Nino`s man
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That`s G money, ghetto D money
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1996, Master P money, gone
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(Verse)
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Keep his G`s in a alloy safe
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Stash the weed in an altoy case
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They say good things come to those who wait
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So I`mma be at least about a hour late
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I`m so fresh bitch, I should be arrested
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New code detector, with my nuts on yo chest bitch
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She said aye yey, I said yes bitch
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Damn I`m only asking you a question
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I met this MILF at the allstar getting action
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A cougar with more rings than Phil Jackson
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`Cus the beauty is why God invented eyeballs
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And her body is why God invented my balls
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I`m a rock star, so popular
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You should get a shot of us
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Niggas don`t take shots of this
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That is on way I be
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Yea, the first album I vomited
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The second I coloniced it
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Ain`t nobody fuckin with me, I plutoniced it
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Better get some slippers on
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That nigga`s going out of here
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These ain`t even real clothes, homie I`m pajama rich
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Thanks Tommy, homie gonna switch his style up
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These bitches on me, homie only two arouse us
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Told her I ain`t payin, tonight I`m only browsin
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She pulled her blouse and said it`s free, I said wow
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(Verse)
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I woke up early on my born day, I`m 20 years a blessing
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The essence of adolescence leaves my body, now I`m freshin
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My physical frame is celebrated `cus I made it
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Reported through life, some gally like fan created
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I rhyme 365 days annual plus some
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Load up the mic and bust one
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`Cus what I fuss from
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My skull causes pain in my brain vein
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Money maintain, no rule against the great simple and plain
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When I was younger, just I used to do my thing hard
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Droppin followers, take they wallets, they jewels and rip they green cards
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This straight up out it, flash it, my crew cash it
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Got my first piece of ass smoking blunts with hash
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Now it`s all about cash in abundance
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Niggas I used to run with is rich or doin years
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In 100 I switched my motto
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Still the same, fuck tomorrow
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That buck that bought a bottle coulda struck the lotto
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Once I stood on the block
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We moves cracks, we do stacks
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I cooked up but cut small pieces to get my loot back
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Time is illmatic, keep static like wolf at it
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Pack a 4matic to track yo whole carriage
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Born To Win
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B.O.B. |