Feat. A-Trak
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They said I'm bout it cus I wanna fight B-Hop
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I said I'll fuck him up after 2 months in detox
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So, besides that, 8 mill from Reebook
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I take him to the ball park, that's 33 shots
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You son of me? I need not
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He must love another young nigga killer that hustled in his weed spot
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When he had the black Lac, ran up to the tree tops
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Somebody talk about him then they went and got a speed nah
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Sex is when me and her sorta ran the G spot
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All the niggas left her and we came here with dream tops
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Listen here, so you got my vision clear
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Never for a pro, but I made niggas disappear
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Niggas know not to fuck with me
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And my record is sucka free
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This money I been makin' it work
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So A-Trak let's take 'em to church
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They don't hear me though
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Know what I'm sayin?
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I'll fight my way to the top of the food chain than be a vegetarian
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I get my own
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Bank is a place to allow yo money if you prove yo own
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I don't need it, know what I mean
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My parents got high, no lie
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It's no shame
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A product of dust, lust & cocaine
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Still cool with some niggas though that sniff cane
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That grow weed that grow hair like Rogaine
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Heartless to the core, feel no pain
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That's models, hood rats, o flames
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This nigga say his fame is no name
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Street fighter, I throw flames
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On the strip, no strippers
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But she suckin the tip, I might tip er
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Understood? In my hood that's the way we go
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We can't comprehend or understand the ratio
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For my baby-o, hopped, the money from the
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The 3-80 blow, up up away we go
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No cash to help out yo lady-o
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And look out for baby bro(damn)
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Should I rob a bank? told me something, yes gold maybe no
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What I'll do next? Get crack head felatio
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They thought I was slow like radio
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Couple years later though they heard me on the radio
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Wo, bro! Kill'em!
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A-Trak
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Know what I'm sayin'?
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Real life shit
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What you gonna do Dae?
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Go get that money!
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Set that up, man!
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Humphrey
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