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"You're undercut by all the amateurs. It's the amateurs who make it tough for the professionals. - . From mooching and being able to pass off their bullshit |
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[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks] |
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I've seen a hoop dream turn to a death wish |
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Get into trouble, no problem. You're on the guest list |
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They wonder how we got trapped in it, my guess is |
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It's reckless when you're young, black and you restless |
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Been up the streets this week and all |
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Conversation breached the wall |
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Ain't no secrets y'all, you're speaking tall |
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But got a small way of thinking if you're thinking you're better |
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Ain't a dollar made to keep shit together |
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I'm Knee deep in the gutter |
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My dawg said he go to sleep in his color |
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He hit the blunt, took the world, and got the reaper to stutter |
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A year spared from a weeping mother |
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My scars outside don't match the ones I keep in under |
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Bet you the devil ain't going to sleep this summer |
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The heat will come leave your ass cold, you're holding a number |
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Humble down if you ain't from the town |
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Talking like you're running shit |
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And you just run around, when it all goes down |
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[Hook: LLoyd Banks] |
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Forever, I'm going to stay alive |
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Bred to handle anything, yeah, put here to rise |
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Let the purple flowers, paint the sky |
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Still taking chances, rather not make it by |
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Forever I'm going to keep it real |
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Brought up in the field, another dream for the street to kill |
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We hope the money ease the mind |
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I need a way out like I need to rhyme |
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[Verse 2: Vado] |
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This life is a drug homie and I been an addict |
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Can't talk money if you never had it |
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You were never made from a better average |
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I'm here to become a King like Coretta marriage |
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Beretta packed and get together a package |
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Grease covered in plastic and it bubbles for traffic |
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I'm bumping you bastards when I mob through |
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Put a hole in one, yeah, we play golf too |
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No controllers, I over power this rap biz |
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Weed louder than Khaled ad-libs |
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Breathe sour laughin with Fat Diggs? mad kid |
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Funny how all the rats where the trap is |
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Guess it's too much cheese to be getting |
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Flip what? You only turn keys in the ignition |
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Ten hut, keep the army in position |
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I army the commission, we all meet in tradition |
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What's up? |
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[Hook] |
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[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks] |
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Little homie set up for a brutal living |
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Hope ya momma put a bid in cause her dude in prison |
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You know who's always there and who's been missing |
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Kind of what you're used to with no supervision |
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Clean yourself up and resume the mission |
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Still trying to avoid collision so I'm riding out Coupe precision |
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Rumors carried by young niggas and stupid women |
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Go on, that's forbidden, here's my new beginnings |
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Rims spinning, I'm through walking |
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You don't really want shit with me, dawg, you're moon barking |
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My clothes come in two, I need a few coffins |
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Tell'em I did it my way then take my shoes off them |
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Ending this like the movie paper views often |
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Old cowards spreading knowledge that the fools taught them |
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Though many got the same minds, I won a huge portion |
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I hit the lye, get high, hear my crew talking |
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[Hook] |
