Correct it
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It's a four gone place
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...with a black cat chase
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Playing the black cuffin' and the ...cafes
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I'm back on my passed days
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Suckin' up the jazz days
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...then I pass it to Jay
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My sympathy for my niggaz that passed away
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...they say I can make you with my middle finger
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What they say?
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Loud mouth closing
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Don't hear them anyway
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I talk to Midwest blues on top of this stage
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Ain't hope for a nigga thay staying true these days
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But they respect it when you roll up the music
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All black tiger stripes let them know where I'm from
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PSG medallion still shining in the sun
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So who's gonna touch me on my mind ...?
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Success,nigga,this is how I counterfeit
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Never had pride over spilt milk
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Try and ...a tear
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Ha ha,nigga,drive high niggaz
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You can keep hating
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Until you crawl up and down niggaz
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It's my time
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Toast over fine,wine,steaks
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The best lyrics are now
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They need to touch my prom
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I'm just pacing it out like Paul Jorge
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Come to collect everything,hoe
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Plus war
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If you decide to jump in the way
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I''ll take yours
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Cop blockers is nothing I hate more
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Keep...guys around
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Never date a whore
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...And now I got the charge
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Never snitch no...
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Shit!These ain't cold as they're sitting on dees
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The only time I've been this
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Is when I pray on the knees
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So fallin' it ain't an option
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I always got my work on
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And it ain't an option
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...I'm just a natural hustler
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This is how I got here
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I put my soul on lace
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Until I'm not here
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Victorian friends with a rock ...
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No man that build an empire
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From collecting cars,to collecting cars and tigers
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No shake of hands
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Just a lot of persistence and excellent plans
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No rewards if I ain't working for
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And they ain't worth anything if you ain't hurt for
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Not it's sweet victory
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Check the score,dog
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Check the score,dog
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Highscore
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I never switch shops and switching gears
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...not better than the streets,yeah
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Midwest Blues
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| Stalley |
