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Ooh, ooh, ooh |
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
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Ooh, ooh, yeah |
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It's a pity that you're so dirty |
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Worthy of some Southern Hospital |
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See we them Northern boys with nose and hows |
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NYC livin' ain't nothin' like it |
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See how me and my peeps fit, we jigsaw |
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Sometimes I play big saw to cut the deal |
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And we keepin' them bills paid |
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With meals in the mouths of many |
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A noble job at Feni, money ain't everything |
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But everything makes me want it |
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But won't dishonor my name so the claim throwers |
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Act like game on the dice on the mic device |
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Stay above middle class for life |
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Not an easy task but I've grown to love it |
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Dub it to tape, why don't you whip a grin |
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While I speak to my mens about the world problems |
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And girl problems with no immediate way to solve 'em? |
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But I'm on hits |
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I make the best of the life I be with it |
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Making the most of the moment among the livin' |
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And it feels good being the man that I want to be |
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Do what I can 'cause I refuse to see |
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The best of luxury, God's been good to me |
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Now I'm asking am I worthy of you, of you |
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Am I worthy of you |
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Pull them quarters down, I got some things |
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On these nine ounces to vamp |
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Me on a mission, y'all dug fresh dirt out the ground |
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Lookin' for the treasures in life |
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A bambino picket fence around the residence |
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I wore these shackles here for thirteen years |
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But the only real slaves is the ones we record on |
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We off all checks and God's blessin' |
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Tryin' to own a thousand island like we salad dressin' |
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Patience for the main course |
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Don't have me in position to remain boss |
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'Cause the man next to the man above the exec |
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Don't give a damn if I papered yet |
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Sometimes it make me wanna go make a bet |
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I did away with knock em' and release some stress |
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By any means, these petty greens will only get me stuck in a box |
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Doin' a dick shot in Oz, jerkin' off in the J |
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But anyway I keep my head on |
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I make the best of the life I be with it |
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Making the most of the moment among the livin' |
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And it feels good being the man that I want to be |
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Do what I can 'cause I refuse to see |
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The best of luxury, God's been good to me |
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Now I'm asking am I worthy of you, of you |
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Am I worthy of you |
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I know people who tippy toe |
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Through they own stompin' ground |
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Master not makin' a sound to stay safe |
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From the local star renaissance |
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And the response is usually the same |
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Wishin' like it used to be |
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Nothin' in that life is new to me |
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We roll like eyes on a ghetto girl |
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Brushin' off some no-man cause she's his ghetto pearl |
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We into livin' beyond not livin' fads |
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Me and my comrades became dads young |
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Try to have fun amongst responsibility |
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Like fillin' these accounts full |
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Got caught up at a party in Bull's |
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Sometimes gotta have the nerve to say some rhymes |
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Because some minds take offense |
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Try to make ya life tense but we still here |
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Still gainin' the love, still standin' above most |
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I make the best of the life I be with it |
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Making the most of the moment among the livin' |
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And it feels good being the man that I want to be |
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Do what I can 'cause I refuse to see |
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The best of luxury, God's been good to me |
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Now I'm asking am I worthy of you, of you |
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Am I worthy of you |
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I make the best of the life I be with it |
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Making the most of the moment among the livin' |
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And it feels good being the man that I want to be |
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Do what I can 'cause I refuse to see |
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The best of luxury, God's been good to me |
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Now I'm asking am I worthy of you, of you |
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Am I worthy of you |