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(feat. Gerald Levert) [Styles P + (Gerald Levert):] (From the heart) |
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This shit is crazy |
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Storch (From the soul) |
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Thank you my nigga (yeah, yeahhh) |
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I appreciate it (ooooooh, from the heart) |
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Y'know I'm so much in the street (well well well) |
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I don't get a good look all the time (it's f'real) |
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So thank you (it's f'real, it's f'real, yeah) "In God We Trust," it says it on the dollar bill |
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So should |
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I say hallelujah? |
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Matter fact, what's a dollar to ya? |
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Is it a paper painted green or the root of all evil like your father schooled you? |
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They wanna bill me quick, niggaz wanna kill me quick |
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Gotta spend a buck for somethin nice at the dealership |
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Can't work for minimum wage nigga, to tell the truth |
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That's why |
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I live in a cage nigga |
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Soon to be dependin on haze nigga, shit and |
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I ain't pretendin |
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When a crook get a book with a happy endin |
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Dawg I'm in the bad mood most the time |
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Nine milli' have you close to dyin |
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But it's senseless, when |
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I can let loose and just spit a sentence of some absurd shit |
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Like four cars copped off of one bird flipped |
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I know crime ain't rhyme but |
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I prefer this [Chorus: Gerald Levert + ad libs] |
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This is the real shit, givin niggaz real fits |
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And if you can't handle it |
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Then you ain't been where |
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I been And you ain't been where |
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I been This is for real shit, givin niggaz real fits |
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And if you can't handle it |
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Then you ain't been where |
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I been And you ain't been where |
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I been, this is for real [Styles P:] |
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Die fo' what you believe in |
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Get high for numerous reasons, no confession, no {?} |
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Just me in a dark room and the fumes that |
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I breathe in |
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Spirit leave the physical, leave off the |
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Earth Then |
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I breeze on the burst cause |
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I'm cursed with bein lyrical |
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Dawg I decapitate niggaz, |
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I never was yellow |
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But I'm nicer than the happy-face sticker |
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All I need's a beat and the mic gloved up |
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Your career's goin good 'til you're bumpin into me |
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And I hit you with some shit that make your life ****ed up |
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Only thing to stop me from killin you sloppy if |
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God intervene or |
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Christ jump up... what? [Chorus: w/ ad libs] [Styles P] |
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Shit's close to the end and |
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I ain't a beginner |
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Think I got a little thinner, only thing |
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I mean is that everybody dinner - this the house of pain |
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Tell everybody in there, |
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I'ma bring it to 'em right |
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Money burn, guns fire, led finger to a life |
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Change your address, feds follow when they glue the kite |
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Shit is all love, same time it's real too |
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Move OT or go and kill 'em 'fore they kill you [Chorus: w/ ad libs] [Styles P: over Chorus] |
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This is the |
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Ghost nigga, |
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Double R and |
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D-Block Scott |
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Storch, whattup [Gerald Levert:] |
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No no no no no |
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NOOOOOO~! |
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No no NO! |
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You ain't been where |
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I been, no no! |
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No no no no no no no no no nooooooo... [Styles P:] |
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Get high |
