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(feat. Cold 187um & Kokane) |
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What's goin' on man |
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Yeah, motherfuckers wanna ask me how I got started |
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Well it's a long ass story, you know |
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Hella dates, times, hella names |
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Just a youngsta in tha game |
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Let me ask you a question though, potna |
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Tell me nigga have you ever watched your family starving |
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I been there at 6 in the morning when rollers barge in |
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I had to generations of your family hooked on ... |
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All this drama and still my cuddies keep fallin' |
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3 summers ago my older cousin' tried ballin' |
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And when tha judge got him a crooked jury he started falling |
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Slow down youngsta that's what my mother keep callin' |
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3 steps ahead of death I been that way since I was crawling |
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Late 89 Freaky D. fronted me a whole one |
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Only 13 cooked it up and then I sold some |
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Fetti came fast cause the story street was poppin' |
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Pushin' in Nikes and now I hit tha block knockin' |
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Crestside playa bending a corner in them Chevs |
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And let me get funky we rip the city in to shreds |
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Some say they livin' close to the edge, well I was raised there |
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Got my shit together, hit tha track and got paid there |
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And never did I stress of the jail termes |
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Some say it's filthy money but it's well earned |
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So why some tell you 'Just say no' |
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I'm gettin' vicious about my hustle steady opening doors |
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[Chorus:] |
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[Cold 187um & Kokane] |
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You got to go out there, and handle your business |
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Open them doors, handle yours, alright |
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Said it's allright, leanin' to the side |
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Pimpsters and gangsta lean |
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Baddest playa on the scene |
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3 years later still young in tha streets |
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Started writing playa raps still slangin' tha D |
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I came wit Crack The 40 and Pay This Pimp |
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First time I touched a microphone I knew I had this gift to uuuh |
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Make a million, stop coke dealing |
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So I got wit Mac Dre, we got paper to make |
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I did a 7 song EP |
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But it didn't get released |
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Cause my cuddie was to hard for the fuckin' police |
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On the real it was a straight conspiracy |
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Feds set my potna up don't want the town hearing me |
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They got my folks in the system, thought I was washed |
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No record, no money, no hoes on the jock |
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And I was just so close |
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Got me thinkin' what the devil wanna do me for |
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So now I'm back to the track where I came from |
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Same soldier, same streets, up in tha same crumbs |
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Them wanna see a playa straight starving and broke |
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Instead of pimpin' and livin' and steady opening doors |
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[Chorus] |
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A year later it got a little greater |
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Me and Khayree now we're gettin' young playas together |
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Dropped Illegal Business had the V-Town sewed |
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We sold 200.000 + independent, hoe |
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Down with YBB but I had to do my own shit |
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Get full control or you be broke as fuckin' gone quik |
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But I knew it all started from Strictly |
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No matter what tha suckas do the game is still in me |
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Packed up my mackin' and my Crestside slang |
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Took some ...now it's tha youngsta running his thangs |
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And now a nigga got action went straight platinum |
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So when you buy this tape I'm the one that's doin' stackin' |
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Pulled them licks and had to slang lleyo |
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Now I'm in tha industry straight opening doors |
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[Chorus] |
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Yeah, yeah so I guess it all worked out you know what I'm saying |
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It all started from a dream from my nigga young Michael Robinson |
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Better know as The Mac |
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Shit went all through Mac Dre, Young Coolio you know what I'm saying |
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Indeed this shit is livin' through me |
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Young Mac ass Mall 1995 pimp or die |
