(Intro)
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Hold the fuck up man,
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It¡¯s what they want, they came for them bars man, nothing less
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They came for them bars man
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Hit em with that pain,
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Let¡¯s go, Ransom, Big Mike, let¡¯s go
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Bring that shit in
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(Verse)
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Don of the coast, sippin Dom on a boat
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The calmest approach, even when I¡¯m palming the toast
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We¡¯re starving and broke, then I just started carving the clothes
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Pardon my throat, a little whore still the brothers torch
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Feel the force, niggas is dead, that¡¯s why I feel remorse
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Niggas lost, Henny, Gravano, hollows and killing boys
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Chilling floss comfortably,
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Laid back, in a lap of luxury
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Where the crackers love to be,
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Niggas have to fuck with me
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Remember when my niggas couldn¡¯t afford timberlands
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Coach too little so we was trembling
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We ain¡¯t had dinner then, living off adrenaline
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Now I¡¯m with Serena and Venus playing at Wimbledon
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Used to be a simpleton
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Now I got knowledge like oriental men
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Pulitzer prize and I got it penciled in
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Award winner, I teach em the game like Sports Center
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I feed em the pain before dinner
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Son is a raw sinner, shot to that hollow core
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Sharp niggas get Chris Brown the soon as them bottles tossed
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I¡¯m fuckin with model whores, Giselle Bunchen
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Them shells dumpin, them dogs is out, they smell something
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(Hook x2)
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Drug money, dripping in blood money
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Thug money, hope you ain¡¯t holding a grudge money
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Slug money, niggas ain¡¯t takin this grub from me
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If you try just be ready to die, I love money
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(Verse)
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I love money too, back when I was 22
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Running with a hungry crew, I was looking bummy too
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Then I hit my nigga Ran, after that yo nigga blew
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Got a route from one and not south, back to 22
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I had to get a plate, time so set the record straight
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Got to put my city on, orange boy, one away
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Chyeah, and that¡¯s just half of the story
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My nigga Ran already gave yall the pain and the glory
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I¡¯ve got the souls to the gangsters before me
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Bitches I used to lust then now we got in a orgy
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Nah, don¡¯t applaud me
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Just make a toast for stores and the last don
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Light your cigars, playing cards, my nigga carry on
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Our bond¡¯s stronger than the roids up in buried bonds
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Pinky ring bling, chain swing, got that heavy charm
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You see em, I never been irrelevant
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So hoes blow longer than the nose on an elephant
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I never gave a fuck so I remain celibate
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I¡¯m here for the moola, the money, the dead presidents
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If you ain¡¯t built for this life, homie better pass that
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Before I put the strap to your head like the snap back
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Your pass whack, talking like you really stash crack
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In the crack of your ass until you get yo ass cracked
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See this is hip-hop and we don¡¯t fabricate
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Let me elaborate, I swear that these rappers fake
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(Hook x2)
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Drug money, dripping in blood money
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Thug money, hope you ain¡¯t holding a grudge money
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Slug money, niggas ain¡¯t takin this grub from me
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If you try just be ready to die, I love money
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Drug Money
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Ransom |