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And once again it's big G, runnin the number rackets |
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wearin Pele jackets |
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Fast loot tactics, I'm well up in the millionaire bracket |
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The boss of all bosses, I own racehorses and a fortress |
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corridors with olympic torches and Mona Lisa portraits |
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Jacuzzis and saunas and eatin steak at Benny Harner's |
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Bentley's limousine the front yard stream is full of pirahnas |
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I'm set, a private jet, I drink a lot of Beck's |
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Get a lot of sess condo and duplex, diamond infested Rolex |
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Deliver a crown at the world units with silver china |
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Sippin on finer wine-r you see more shines than diamond miners |
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The Highness, kingpin of heroin |
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I'm thorough when I have to bring the terror in |
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Handle business in each and every borough in |
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town or city, I'm rollin like Frank Nitty, I'm rich and pretty |
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Back up kiddies, I got crimies that's grimy and gritty |
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A nigga that's spunky and likes to keep his pockets chunky |
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Makin most of my money, from all the dopefiends and junkies |
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I learned from the best the ones that's livin |
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and the ones that's put to rest |
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So I bless my chest with a vest and pack a Smith-N-Wes |
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And then I'm off to get the snaps, not the scraps |
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The game is be a real mack, the name is Kool G Rap |
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Now it's a damn shame, what I gotta do just to make a dollar |
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Living in this game, sometimes it makes you wanna holler |
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It's a damn shame, what I gotta do just to make a dollar |
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Living in this game, sometimes it makes you wanna holler |
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I got a fly hoe up under the wing, a swinger that does her thing |
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And if you step inside my ring, she'll bang it out and make your brains hang |
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She sits at resteraunt tables with mink foxes and sables |
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Drinkin Cherenade brand label she'll rock a sucker's cradle |
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And yeah, honey is more bounce to the ounce |
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She walks around with lucci in large amounts |
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Millions inside Swiss bank accounts |
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Her name is Tammy, got a beach house in Miami |
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Rides around with a small jammy in her silk and satin panties |
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A down hoe, a Foxy Brown hoe, standin her ground hoe |
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And if you clown yo she'll turn into a bust a round hoe |
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Fly as a Heaven's Angel got sapphires in her bangles |
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Diamond earrings hangin dingle gettin money from all angles |
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She's pretty under the New York city bright lights |
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and real light, way after midnight, I hit it cause the slit's tight |
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Wake up early and make my rounds, break up break down |
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Packin a silver four pound, some clowns be trying to get down |
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Light up a smoke and grab a stack of C-notes |
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Them slick stick up kids don't get no free dough bro |
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cause I ain't tryin to be broke |
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I goes all out for G Rap and this honey nothin funny |
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It's a damn shame, what I gotta do to get the money |
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Now it's a damn shame, what I gotta do just to make a dollar |
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Living in this game, sometimes it makes me wanna holler |
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It's a damn shame, what I gotta do just to make a dollar |
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Living in this game, sometimes it makes me wanna holler |
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No it ain't no sleeping over (8X, then fade) |
