(Verse)
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I hate when niggas tell they stories, talkin when they used to have it
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Me I gotta it, I got a get money habit
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I grew up living savage, ain¡¯t no need in going backwards
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Unless you talkin Biggie and hypnotize that¡¯s a classic
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My life story nothing short of monumental
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The way I work the max I got a golden M emblem
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Some would say a legend, I¡¯m alright with moving kilos
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3 on the neck, a couple more for my amigos
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Trap jumpin, Michael Jordan, Carolina tall heels
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Pumpin Action Bronson shit to have me doing car wheels
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Different kind of bounce, lame niggas might not recover
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Facing death row, I ain¡¯t talkin vibe covers
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But since you talkin 90s that was me with the chainsaw
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I¡¯ll just try and see if the beef will remain raw
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I just want the pussy and please don¡¯t say more
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And quit aksin questions bout what the AK for
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I stick it out the window, start blasting it
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Bullets flyin, niggas duckin like this classic shit
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Speed off right after I hit up yo girls car
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Last thing you wanna hear is world star
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(Hook x2)
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The fiends won, so I feed em
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Not in 808, they want that freedom
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The fiends won, so I feed em
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Not in 808, they want that freedom
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(Verse)
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My nigga crackin leads to see to change the game man
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So I¡¯mma drop this gem to let these rappers know it¡¯s time to change they game plan
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Supply the bass plus I¡¯m the flame man
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The catalyst that sparks euphoric visions, making uses think more passionate
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Paper advocate, dog ain¡¯t it crazy I threw many acts of savage sacrilege
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I got this family the gold from all the bad I did
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To come up on that thing is sacrilege
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That¡¯s enormous, say yo boy on terror squad ain¡¯t no accident
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Cannabis got me chasing after mo bread
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Young nigga 20 with the knowledge of an old head
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Infrared beams get yo dog fed
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Bias lurks for actin up, watch you fade away from that baking up
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I crack it up every hour on the dive
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With minionses we plot
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More methods of collecting til the day I cut the spot
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On an island with a model that can¡¯t stand to where tights
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But I¡¯mma hustle til I drop
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(Hook x2)
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The fiends won, so I feed em
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Not in 808, they want that freedom
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The fiends won, so I feed em
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Not in 808, they want that freedom
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Bass
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Fat Joe |