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(Verse)
I woke up this mornin', this is insane
Rich as a motherfucka, it ain't much changed
Open my eyes, no suprise, I'm with a different bitch
Different day, different ass, different tits
Strap under my pillow, I don't want the jit
I'm not supposed to do this shit, but I forget
The true principles of life are supply and demand
Guess if you never sold dope, it's hard to understand
My man got knowledge of self, at my back God
Find out today's mathematics when that Mac go off
My temper volatile, grew up a violent child
Fuck a boy scout, I air your ass out
Nigga, nice chain, dice game, try your luck!
Shoot a couple head cracks, leave while you up
I'm a fly nigga, my denim vintage
Gold medal around my neck like I won the Olympics

(Hook)
We came from nothing, now they saying we straight
(Got that?)
Nigga, hold up!
(Let go on the cratch, son, it's cool)
Hold on x2
(We got bad money, what eva)
These niggas, they watching every dime we make
(Y'all niggas gotta chill)
Hold up!
(Lets be cool about this shit, relax)
Hold on x2

(Verse)
We want that deluxe apartment in the sky with a clear view
Instead we get the D's in the rear view
We learn to play the game how it's 'posed to be played
And so you know, you violate, you supposed to be sprayed!
It's not a big deal to me, stay calm
I'll shoot the shit out of a nigga, then call it Barrel Bombs
But, if I don't do this shit myself, bet I get it done
Shit on my nigga, you shit on me, we of one
Used to do graffiti, now look we major
Don't make me write my name 'cross yo face with a razor
Re-Up, new joke, they say this sample the bomb
This shit can take a two and we cut this bitch with a one
Watch the fiends stand in line for the potency
No lactose involved, pure coco leaf
You can sniff that or cook that, to my belief
That money coming in like we run the streets

(Hook)
We came from nothing, now they saying we straight
(That's a bet, nigga, five are formed betta)
Nigga, hold up!
(Nigga, you gotta gamble the pot)
Hold on x2
(I'm winnin', you loosin')
These niggas, they watching every dime we make
(You got the gamblin' problem!)
Hold up!
(Yeah, yeah)
Hold on x2
(Wassup, what we doin'?)

(Verse)
This shit go how I said go when it's time to expand
So say it's over your dead body and that's the plan
You a gangster fo' real, you ready to ride
Nigga, you gonna die a bad case of too much pride
Check my DNA, homie I'm a different kind
Hit the speed dial, that quick I'll get ya lined
We don't want your block, just cop your work from us
Those niggas you call allies can't be trust
That Rollie all gold, I got the Midas touch
Sometimes it's hard as hell not to touch stuff
On the phone I heard "Yayo smacked the shit outta Kiy"
Now Jimmy got life, we'll smack him again!
When it's war, it will be war to the to the end
If they ever say we lose, I start it again
Let's sneak the niggas spray that Semi at your momma crib
With a silencer we couldn't even hear that shit

(Hook)
We came from nothing, now they saying we straight
(I don't fuck wit nigga, mane)
Nigga, hold up!
(These niggas is roaches, mane)
Hold on x2
(Dirty ass niggas)
These niggas, they watching every dime we make
(Boy, you bet be easy, I ain't playn wit you, boy)
Hold up!
(Boy must have bumped yo muthafuckin' head or smth, boy!)
Hold on x2
(I don't give a fuck about that old school shit)
(Talkin' bout?! You got me fucked up, nigga)

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Hold On
50 Cent

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