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Yeah, from Benz's, big houses, mansions, big shit huh |
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Sitting on dubs, ha ha, we bout to bubble |
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My nigga Ready Wear |
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Motherfuckin Gamblaz |
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Nigga 2001, 2001 |
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Here we come, here we come |
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(Verse 1) |
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I was ripping on the track from the start of the beat |
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Grab the microphone and tell you about a part of the street |
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Were thugs roam in drug zones just waitin to bubble |
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If you paper hatin' then you get your face in a puddle |
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Mumble words to the birds like a bitch |
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There's so much money to get |
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But ain't no one around me rich |
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We work the hood and shit payin' dues makin' hits |
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Then we ride to the block sellin' tapes and discs |
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If we don't make dollars it don't make sense |
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I'm high off the weed smoke so you could say I'm blitzed |
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Only a bitch I'll fill a fist from where I spit |
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But it's all real shit so you either like it or ya pissed |
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If you don't tell |
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Then nigga this ain't nottin newer |
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It's just a nineteen nighty five rumor |
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I'm in your head like a tumor |
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Yo, I'm high tech like a computer |
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Screw you like a tutor |
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You ain't a pistol shooter on the streets |
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So why you doing all this actin' on the beat |
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Heard you want my crew dead cuz we was training on your freak |
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Just a nigga know to buckle when the game was only deep |
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You's a in-a-house nigga on the street |
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Once a week |
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(Chorus) |
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We bout to bubble |
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We touch money, we stash jars |
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Spend a little bit on some trees and fast cars |
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Like Jaguars |
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Got the ice to throw on the chain |
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If you broke then you fucked in the game nigga |
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We bout to bubble |
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We bout to bubble big body Benzeses |
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And haters be like ooh look at those rims of his |
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Got a love for this rap |
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But it's easy to touch coke |
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Any block can supply this dope |
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(Verse 2) |
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Open up shop |
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We drop some chrome pony's on a Stang |
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I held and took my last breathe progress and hope to change |
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Rock the hottest chains |
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But never cross the game |
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I pack and load a strap for cats that go against the grain |
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We move weight like trains |
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And stay on all ten toes |
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We take losses in the game |
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But thats just how things go |
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For nigga pimpin want scratch back from all ten hoes |
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Not just half |
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I lead this life so I got the right to brag |
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Never had to run drag the coolest cat on the block |
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And never had to say a word cuz I was foolish wit glocks |
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I didn't panic if I didn't get off at least half of my rocks |
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I lash at the cops |
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And never cut in half of my stocks |
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All the haters pray and hope the floss and flashing will stop |
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The magnum or not |
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You outta line we crashin' your spot |
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When it comes to rap I do it for the six figures |
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The Source said I tend to bring it worse than six Jigga's |
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Divide the players with the stock exchange |
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Yelling for rocks and chains |
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Diamond rings |
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Rather sell them for the petty pocket change |
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Fucked around and missed out |
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So got the gats and pits out |
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Put hits out, he ran cuz we probably just turned his bitch out |
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(Chorus) |
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We bout to bubble |
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We touch money, we stash jars |
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Spend a little bit on some trees and fast cars |
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Like Jaguars |
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Got the ice to throw on the chain |
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If you broke then you fucked in the game nigga |
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We bout to bubble |
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We bout to bubble big body Benzes |
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And haters be like ooh look at those rims of his |
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Got a love for this rap |
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But it's easy to touch coke |
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Any block can supply this dope |
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(Verse 3) |
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We bout to bubble now y'all |
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When the trouble for tryin to test the Gamblaz |
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So protect your chest wit the vocal vest |
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Were nottin' to be fuckin' around wit |
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We all rally and quick to attack for bit thousands |
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I want the money now |
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Fuck a check, show me the bills |
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That's on the real |
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Man I'm from the field where they shoot to kill at |
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You talk noise bitch and you need to kill it |
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I'm from the home where the killas hold steal at |
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You need to feel that |
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I'm on a quest for lavish livin' in greenbucks |
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In our state show me where the g's that us know love |
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Hustlin' drugs we got the legal dope |
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It's a struggle but still we about to bubble |
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(Chorus) |
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We bout to bubble |
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We touch money, we stash jars |
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Spend a little bit on some trees and fast cars |
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Like Jaguars |
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Got the ice to throw on the chain |
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If you broke then you fucked in the game nigga |
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We bout to bubble |
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We bout to bubble big body Benzes |
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And haters be like ooh look at those rims of his |
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Got a love for this rap |
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But it's easy to touch coke |
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Any block can supply this dope |
