(feat. Gerald Levert)
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[Styles P + (Gerald Levert):]
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(From the heart)
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This shit is crazy Storch
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(From the soul)
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Thank you my nigga (yeah, yeahhh)
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I appreciate it (ooooooh, from the heart)
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Y'know I'm so much in the street (well well well)
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I don't get a good look all the time (it's f'real)
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So thank you (it's f'real, it's f'real, yeah)
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"In God We Trust," it says it on the dollar bill
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So should I say hallelujah?
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Matter fact, what's a dollar to ya? Is it a paper painted green
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or the root of all evil like your father schooled you?
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They wanna bill me quick, niggaz wanna kill me quick
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Gotta spend a buck for somethin nice at the dealership
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Can't work for minimum wage nigga, to tell the truth
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That's why I live in a cage nigga
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Soon to be dependin on haze nigga, shit and I ain't pretendin
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When a crook get a book with a happy endin
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Dawg I'm in the bad mood most the time
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Nine milli' have you close to dyin
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But it's senseless, when I can let loose
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and just spit a sentence of some absurd shit
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Like four cars copped off of one bird flipped
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I know crime ain't rhyme but I prefer this
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[Chorus: Gerald Levert + ad libs]
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This is the real shit, givin niggaz real fits
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And if you can't handle it
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Then you ain't been where I been
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And you ain't been where I been
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This is for real shit, givin niggaz real fits
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And if you can't handle it
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Then you ain't been where I been
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And you ain't been where I been, this is for real
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[Styles P:]
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Die fo' what you believe in
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Get high for numerous reasons, no confession, no {?}
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Just me in a dark room and the fumes that I breathe in
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Spirit leave the physical, leave off the Earth
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Then I breeze on the burst cause I'm cursed with bein lyrical
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Dawg I decapitate niggaz, I never was yellow
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But I'm nicer than the happy-face sticker
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All I need's a beat and the mic gloved up
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Your career's goin good 'til you're bumpin into me
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And I hit you with some shit that make your life fucked up
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Only thing to stop me from killin you sloppy
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if God intervene or Christ jump up... what?
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[Chorus: w/ ad libs]
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[Styles P]
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Shit's close to the end and I ain't a beginner
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Think I got a little thinner, only thing I mean is that
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everybody dinner - this the house of pain
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Tell everybody in there, I'ma bring it to 'em right
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Money burn, guns fire, led finger to a life
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Change your address, feds follow when they glue the kite
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Shit is all love, same time it's real too
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Move OT or go and kill 'em 'fore they kill you
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[Chorus: w/ ad libs]
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[Styles P: over Chorus]
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This is the Ghost nigga, Double R and D-Block
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Scott Storch, whattup
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[Gerald Levert:]
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No no no no no NOOOOOO~! No no NO!
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You ain't been where I been, no no!
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No no no no no no no no no nooooooo...
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[Styles P:]
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Get high
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Real Shit
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