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'Twas the night before twistmas |
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And all through the house |
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We had guns and money around |
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Layin' on the couch |
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We was dressed with black jewelry this time |
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Mmm, c'mon |
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Everybody want me, |
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I created thieves |
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Why I'm almost as important as the air you breathe |
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I been through hard times, when it wasn't enough for me |
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Stick a weak, kid'll have you livin' in luxury |
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I'm the reason niggas sellin' drugs to fiends |
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I'm the reason |
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Mr.Simpson got off clean |
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I'm the reason some parents gotta bury they kids |
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And I'm the reason why your cousin on the run from feds |
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I've been through customs, borders |
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I've been handled by authorities |
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Drove people crazy when they couldn't see more of me |
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I've been saved, |
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I've been buried alive |
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Say my name enough and any nigga testify |
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Who you think lead that whole seller ass that time |
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All by myself, |
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I created black on black crime |
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I'm America's most, |
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I'm tadded up with |
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GhostEven my hand got big, from net to gross |
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I'm emotionless, yet |
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I breathe jealousy and envy |
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People kill for me or die to defend me |
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But in the end am |
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I really worth the sun |
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Rich people make me work for them |
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And poor people work for me |
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Who am I? |
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Nigga I'm money |
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Who am I? |
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Nigga I'm money |
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See the gun wound, went down for you |
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Who ran up in the house, duke |
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Caught one from he and for who |
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When niggas was ready to murder me |
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You stayed up in the crib, like a bitch |
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Lookin' ill, and it's lurkin' me |
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I got stabbed for you |
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Yo, shot up the ass for you |
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Should stop blowin' the cabs for you |
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Chill, some niggas called crabs for you |
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Holdin' them garbage bags for you |
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Ill, blowin' them hags for you |
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I resort to evil, |
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I don't grow on trees |
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I'm called by different names, chips, scrilla, cream |
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And I'm always green whether dirty or clean |
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Gettin' ya hands on me is the |
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American dream |
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I'm more powerful than |
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God, or Razale' |
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Cause when you pray to |
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God nigga, you pray for me |
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I'm an exchange hand to hand, with heavy weapontry |
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This one couple ****ed on me, and slept on me |
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Up in the dice games niggas stepped on me |
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Bet on me, couldn't pay, bled on me |
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I enslaved populations and controlled masses |
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I come in all forms, coins, paper, plastic |
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Even credit, |
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I owe youYou work for me nigga, |
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I own youIf you are smart, you make me work for you |
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All ya life you try and get me and it's hurtin' you |
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See the gun wound, went down for you |
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Who ran up in the house, duke |
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Caught one from he and for who |
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When niggas was ready to murder me |
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You stayed up in the crib, like a bitch |
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Lookin' ill, and it's lurkin' me |
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I got stabbed for you |
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Yo, shot up the ass for you |
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Should stop blowin' the cabs for you |
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Chill, some niggas called crabs for you |
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Holdin' them garbage bags for you |
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Ill, blowin' them hags for you |
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If you had a million of me, what would you do with me yo? |
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Would you blow me in a month and have nothin' to show |
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Or would you invest in me and watch me grow |
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Take me to the streets and flip me from, do' to sto' to do' |
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I under seen things |
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I wish I hadn't seen |
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I came between loved ones and families |
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A nigga kill his old man to get his hands on me |
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Got secret enscriptions, examine me |
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Wanna find me, the bank machine is where |
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I beAnd showed 'em to a hundred grand, |
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F.D.I.C.I'm more notorious than the |
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B.I.G.I'm so money, who don't wanna be like me |
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See the gun wound, went down for you |
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Who ran up in the house, duke |
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Caught one from he and for who |
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When niggas was ready to murder me |
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You stayed up in the crib, like a bitch |
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Lookin' ill, and it's lurkin' me |
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I got stabbed for you |
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Yo, shot up the ass for you |
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Should stop blowin' the cabs for you |
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Chill, some niggas called crabs for you |
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Holdin' them garbage bags for you |
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Ill, blowin' them hags for you |
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See the gun wound, went down for you |
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Who ran up in the house, duke |
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Caught one from he and for who |
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When niggas was ready to murder me |
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You stayed up in the crib, like a bitch |
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Lookin' ill, and it's lurkin' me |
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I got stabbed for you |
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Yo, shot up the ass for you |
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Should stop blowin' the cabs for you |
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Chill, some niggas called crabs for you |
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Holdin' them garbage bags for you |
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Ill, blowin' them hags for you |
