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I had some problems |
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And no one could seem to solve them |
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But you found the answer |
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Told me to take this chance |
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[AZ - speaking over Chorus] |
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Yeah, now dig |
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You got, rich niggaz right |
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They do what they wanna do |
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Heh, and you got |
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Broke niggaz, you heard? |
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They do what they gotta do |
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Now ask yourself, which one are you? |
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Ha, fall back |
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[Verse 1 - AZ] |
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Soakin in Remy, sittin back smokin a twenty |
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Shit is scabby, the hustlin is so in me |
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Never show envy, got a style I maxed |
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I'm like po', back in eighty-fo', now smile at that |
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Unseen when I'm low, but still right in your face |
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I'm so skinny, but that semi-auto's right in my waist |
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From Jags to Jeeps, hoopties with the raggedy seats |
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Just imagine how I'm movin if we had any beef |
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Beats relax me, good cheeba keeps me nasty |
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Lower the smoke when I see the D's creepin past me |
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Duckin the NARCs, born bustin Dutches apart |
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Love pussy wit pretty lips, when you fuck it it fart |
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Friend or foe, freak for the rims that glow |
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Rock Timbs if it's summer or ten below |
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Love the streets, the science of the drugs that's deep |
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I'm just another nigga next up, tryin to eat |
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[Chorus] |
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[AZ - speaking over Chorus] |
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You know! |
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Not a soul baby! |
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It's all for y'all now |
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[Verse 2 - AZ] |
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But it seems, y'all would rather |
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See me hit than, see my rich |
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Get bagged over some bullshit and see me snitch |
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Hopin' some AIDS ho bitch'll leave me sick like |
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I'm a sucker for love wit some easy dick |
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I did dirt through my days but hid my work |
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Even then I still made sure no kids got hurt |
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Sweep the next, been knowin since my feet got wet |
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From the best turned vet learned to speak direct |
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My game's jumpin, we all had our days of barkin |
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You could tell niggaz styles by they ways of parkin |
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Why dispute it? Dough got us so polluted |
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Paranoid to the point it's like we, over-do it |
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Police press up, peep how the beasts arrest ya |
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Rough up, handcuff, then treat you lesser |
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Toast on me, smoke spray our potpouri |
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Y'all can bet I'ma rep how it's supposed to be |
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[Chorus] |
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[AZ - speaking over Chorus] |
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You know! |
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Not a soul baby! |
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It's all for y'all now |
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I got it locked, feel me! |
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[Verse 3 - AZ] |
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Infinite game, get chills on the strength of my chain |
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It's only real, certain niggaz mention my name |
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Some relate, others stay numb in the face |
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Tryin to keep steps ahead like we runnin a race |
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Nikes and Timbs, lady friends like 'em slim |
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Light makeup, that shit that blend right wit they skin |
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So what's the issue? All dick sucks is still official |
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Cold-steel nickles, and Phil I'm still wit you |
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Iceberg-in, on the Turnpike mergin |
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Late night, right brake lights black Excursion |
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Tree smokin, hustle the rap I'ma keep ropin |
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Too many niggaz got deep emotions |
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The stress got 'em, who else wanna express they problems? |
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Get upset, but real vets respect the bottom |
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To a false, feel a fake love or hate |
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Right or wrong as long as the thugs relate |
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[Chorus] |
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[AZ - speaking over Chorus] |
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You know! |
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Not a soul baby! |
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It's all for y'all now |
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What y'all want from me? |
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[Chorus] |
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[AZ - speaking over Chorus] |
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Yeah, y'all haters better get a hustle man, stop fuckin wit me |
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I'm tryin to live man, nah mean? |
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I been at the bottom, I was risin - fell back down |
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I'm tryin to climb up man |
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Get off my back baby |
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It's all a game man don't hate me hate the game |
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AZ the Visualiza return, once again |
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Love life, hate, what the fuck... {*music fades*} |
