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[Intro]Where is he? |
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Concentrating on the job |
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Don't disturb the |
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DoctorYeah |
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Word upWho said we ain't the definition of exclusive shit? |
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Real rap, you know? |
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Yeah, this is multi-expensive rap here brother |
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Word upTime to recreate the power |
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You know what it is man |
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Nothing but gangsta shit baby |
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Let's go Doc |
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I need that prescription |
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Ey yo (ey yo)[Verse 1 Raekwon The Chef] |
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I grew up on the foul side |
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Nickel-bag valcyte |
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Purple tops, two for fives |
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I had seven grams |
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Outside with my eleven mans |
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On the corners with a pocket full of contrabands |
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Running up and down fire-escapes, narcs coming |
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Jump in the window let your |
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Nikes fly, hide the flakes |
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Guess up in the hill it was real to me |
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What a nigga woulda did if you steal from me |
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All my life around drug niggas villains who want millions |
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Niggas with them hoodies on with teks in the building |
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Mad fiends, bags and green, |
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Gillette razors, fly neighbors |
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All our blazers designer jeans |
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That's why we live (yup) |
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Niggas need shit in their crib |
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Go broke, you go and rope you a |
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VickIt's just full-time stragglers |
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Niggas try to take your place |
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And smile in your face |
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But still in all backstabbers[Chorus Lyfe Jennings] |
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I'm just trying to get on |
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Leave a couple mil to my kids when |
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I'm goneAnd nigga that ain't cologne |
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It's the smell of this money |
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I'm just trying to get home |
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Cuz I don't know when my karma gonna catch up |
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I don't know when the toilet gonna back up |
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And put me in some shit that |
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I can't get out of[Verse 2 Raekwon The Chef] |
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Come onBags of money |
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Trying to stay rich and fly |
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Keep it cool, silks and dungarees |
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Krug glasses and food |
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Grilled salmon, trying to make a move |
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Those who knowing they be dapping they dudes |
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How it do blow a lot of crews stay in the cut |
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Pacing from here to |
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LA and Hawaii and |
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CubaBlue new oozie too serial numbers is braille |
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So when you rub against it feel on (?) |
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Now I'm with some special niggas, next level niggas |
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With rubber bezels who drive |
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Exeleros with jewels(?) boots on, olive goose, calamari soups |
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And noodles that spell out "Yall niggas the truth" |
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What it is baby boy, reclining in a big |
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Benz lazyboy |
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Endsed up, lenses on, |
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Chips Ahoy |
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Shipping triple, niggas try to stop the issue |
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And cock-block but can't stop the official[Chorus Lyfe Jennings] |
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I'm just trying to get on |
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Leave a couple mil to my kids when |
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I'm goneAnd nigga that ain't cologne |
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It's the smell of this money |
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I'm just trying to get home |
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Cuz I don't know when my karma gonna catch up |
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I don't know when the toilet gonna bck up |
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And put me in some shit that |
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I can't get out of |
