| I boss thru in a Hummer, Murphy the Don, Lizzie, Keyuan
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| With the best thunder than Shaun Jon, you don’t want none
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| Partna I gather up and leavin' heads swollen up
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| On top of all that, I got the rap sewed up
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| Hold up, with the Budda thumpin' niggas outa
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| And just the teach a lesson, I put one in ya shoulder
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| I told ya, 'tics live for the street life
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| Eat right, fuck good, And reffer thru the pipe
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| And give me head all night
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| And if its some beef, I pumpin' lead on sight
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| Until they deceased, I took ya head off right
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| I live in the beast
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| Nigga, where the Feds, play sheist
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| I still floss ice, keep it tight
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| Every time, call me the Black Liberace when I’m playing mine
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| Thats how I flow when I gotta get mine, anyway it go
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| Whether it be rapping or with the four four
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| Let’s make a million
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| Keep it real for triple-0
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| Eyes low, from plenty Henny and Hydro
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| Fuck a bitch and some clothes
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| I gotta get rich, go platinium in 2 shows
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| And get the dough
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| Let’s make a million
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| Keep it real for triple-0
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| Eyes low, from plenty Henny and Hydro
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| Fuck a bitch and some clothes
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| I gotta get rich, go platinium in 2 shows
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| And get the dough
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| My nigga, I can make a million
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| Blind-folded, with no shows
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| Using no flows, just Arm -n- Hammer
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| And folk O’s
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| Gimmie low does and a connect, that neva closed
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| And watch me lock it down from North County to BenRos
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| Fuck some Mo-Mo's, Gimmie hundereds with soft chrome
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| On the Navigata equipped to click and log on
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| I leave that before its gone
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| 'Fore they even bring it home
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| Matta fact, I’ll tell you what’s in the back, its all gone
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| Two holes in the roof, to let the sun come in
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| Match it leather car seat, in case my son get in
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| I spare one off in the back in case he bring his friend
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| Play Station just in case a nigga think he can win
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| Let’s make a million
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| Keep it real for triple-0
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| Eyes low, from plenty Henny and Hydro
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| Fuck a bitch and some clothes
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| I gotta get rich, go platinium in 2 shows
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| And get the dough
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| Let’s make a million
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| Keep it real for triple-0
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| Eyes low, from plenty Henny and Hydro
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| Fuck a bitch and some clothes
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| I gotta get rich, go platinium in 2 shows
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| And get the dough
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| I gotta make a million
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| Gotta get myself a million
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| Gonna turn that into a billion
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| If not, then I just won’t die
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| I say now, tho yo wrappers off in tha air
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| But only if the ice on your wrist cause glares
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| I gettin' stares from down bitches, thats eatin' alone
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| West missies, 1−2-3−4 or 5 bottles of Cris’s
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| On the table, arms the strong ripp off the label
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| No more shows for free, I’m pay per view like cable
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| They all screamin' my name, different shades and race
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| Take them all backstage and lett’em plead they case
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| Make a million like Jigga, standin' in one place
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| Sound Scan like Thrilla with out changing my face
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| They threw the weak plan B
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| Says who? |
| Says me
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| Then whats plan A, 'cause plan B is a BOMB case
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| Let’s make a million
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| Keep it real for triple-0
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| Eyes low, from plenty Henny and Hydro
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| Fuck a bitch and some clothes
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| I gotta get rich, go platinium in 2 shows
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| And get the dough
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| Let’s make a million
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| Keep it real for triple-0
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| Eyes low, from plenty Henny and Hydro
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| Fuck a bitch and some clothes
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| I gotta get rich, go platinium in 2 shows
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| And get the dough
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| I gotta make a million
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| Gotta get myself a million
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| Gonna turn that into a billion
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| If not, then I just won’t die
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| All my Midwest niggas tryin' to make a meal
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| Tho dem wrappas
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| (And the Dough-O)
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| All my Dirty South niggas tryin' to make a meal
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| Tho dem wrappas
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| (And the Dough-O)
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| All my West Coast niggas tryin' to make a meal
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| Tho dem wrappas
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| (And the Dough-O)
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| All my East Coast niggas tryin' to make a meal
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| Tho dem wrappas
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| (And the Dough-O) |