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Hard, hard, hard, |
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Some say that's fair, fair, fair |
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Hard, hard, hard |
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But I believe that's fair, fair, fair |
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It's hard, it's hard, it's hard |
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Can't you see that it's fair, see that it's fair |
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Hard, hard, hard |
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Gotta see that it's fair, see that it's fair |
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It's hard, hard, hard |
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Yeah, too damn hard, too damn hard, too damn hard |
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But it's fair, but it's fair, it's fair |
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It's fair, it's fair, it's fair |
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But it's fair, it's fair |
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But it's too damn hard, too damn hard |
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At the same time, it's too damn fair, shit |
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It's hard, it's hard, it's hard |
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They say that it's fair, say that it's fair, it's fair |
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Some say that it's fair, some say that it's fair |
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It's hard, it's hard |
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Some say that it's fair, it's fair |
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Hard, hard, hard, shit |
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(Verse 1) |
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I be breakin' you in a hundred percent times ten |
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Bitches they comin' and goin' pass on like the wind |
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Now and then hoes come with that shit to get you took |
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Scopin' you out for some other niggas who just a crook |
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She off the hook, would you look at that ass, a million dollars |
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Printed on the imaginary tag around her collar |
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Guess she think she gotta bug in my drink, let me tell it |
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****in' around with me everything's about to fail ya |
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MJG pimp tight, don't stop, kill the lights |
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Got pussy stacks so high to sky it's outta sight |
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Keep it tight, nigga we comin' to get your ends |
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Same reason people be anxious to be ya friends |
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I be livin' in your lady's closet for nine days |
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Took her school, hit it 77 different ways |
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Way I display, don't give a **** if whether ya care |
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If it's hip or not, bitches hard but it's fair |
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(Hook x2) |
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It's alright cause what I don't know I'ma learn |
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And what I ain't got I'ma earn |
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And when it' my turn, I'ma bring it to you hard but it's fair |
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Suck it up like it was part of the air |
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It's alright |
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(Verse 2) |
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I'm stuck right in the middle of shit that won't move |
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Lookin' to find space in the cracks and in the groove |
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My bitches ain't work till they heels ran down |
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Wrote tricks off in the past and they still can now |
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From blah, lettin' em' loose now feel em' blah |
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A hundred and five pounds per round in ya eye |
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I'm divin' on the deals that's real and makin' money |
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Shakin' loose the niggas and bitches who actin' funny |
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You coward ass niggas be swearin' you down with me |
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Soon as tables turn you lookin' to try to stick me |
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Swift and quickly, I'm tossin' you faggots up in a canyon |
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And scrapin' you up like fruit off the bottom just like some Dannon |
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Hell I'm handlin' what I'm supposed to be handlin' now what's ya purpose |
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See real niggas come with the truth you can't desert this |
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But I'ma wash this bitch up outta my hair |
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It may be hard nigga but that shit fair |
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(Hook x2) |
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(Verse 3) |
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Where the hoes at, now that I done got the bitches naked |
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Where they clothes at, look how they got out em' in a second |
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Why these niggas be cuffin' on a broad when she be freakin' |
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Shit you need to put some links in that chain so she can reach me |
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You been holdin' on that tramp ass slut for thirty days |
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Even though you know she crooked as hell, with dirty ways |
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I heard they say when you chat with her nigga the shit is fine |
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But when you try to do business with that nigga he cross the line |
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Listen nigga, it ain't no future in doin' crime |
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If you ain't some type of profit off the crime, see you blind |
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You ain't tryin' to keep no air in ya bubble, ya got ya chest out |
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Superboy, lookin for trouble tryin' to test out |
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The closest mother****er ain't shit in common with you |
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Mad at everybody else cause you ain't got shit to do |
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You know the truth so when you see me either speak or you stare |
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You might get frightened cause it's hard but it's fair |
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(Hook x2) |