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Most of you rapper are lame, this game's ***** |
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And I'm off my twist so don't push me |
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I think it's time to get knee-deep in this conflict |
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So sit when a dawg spit or live where Saddam is |
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Don't make me plant this foot right in ya ass *****a |
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And make you clean it off like we ate at The Last Supper |
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From being known to QB, more realer then Kool G |
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European joint wit two speeds |
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The times betta then Breitling |
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I stack off the strip money |
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Splurge all the change from writin' |
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I stay in the day cuz tomorrow seems frightenin' |
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Got two nieces, one smart, other one dykin' |
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My lil nephew gotta hands, so now he writin' |
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My lil cousin tryna spit, so now he bitin' |
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Uh, ain't bout *****t, cuz we keepin' it street |
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Lead will stick to ya rib, tis the season to eat |
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(Hook) Good Money 2x |
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Tis the season, the season, all four seasons |
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Hear Nature callin', Doap got 'em leanin' |
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Paper all the time, Good Money what they screamin' |
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It's real till we fall, then we leavin' |
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[Nature] |
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Ayo, guns in the Pacifica, chop another witness up |
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Scared of the whole Police force |
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Rush it up to Commissioner |
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Lieutenant's in the white *****rt |
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Perpetrators all black |
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Six foot one, white Tees and New York hats |
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Smokin' on the best kush, tucked in the yuck |
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Old end, 08, in the hood show face |
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In the hood, home base, overcrowded, no space |
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Every murder, cold case, where we learned to coke paste |
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Play rap on a cassette then, just to get a rep then |
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Just to get a rep now, runnin' wit ya head down |
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Shootin' at the crowd, pregnant ladies tryna get down |
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Stories in the hood, newspapers neva print out |
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Go lay ya life, you neva know how it's gon' end out |
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And keep a nine for wheneva you in doubt |
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Cuz it's the season that'll *****a dudes |
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Sucka dudes, flyin' on me, you've just become food |
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(Hook) Good Money 2x |
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[Doap Nixon] |
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Yo, if I spit about bricks would you receive me? |
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So if I told you a secret would you believe me? |
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I'm the hottest in this game by far |
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(Good Money: Plus ya lil brother here dawg breakin' 'em off) |
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So let's take 'em to the next level |
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(Good Money: Ice, tech, bezel) |
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Bread stretch long enuff to change the weather |
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When it's cold in the city, we out in Apucarana |
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Wit the red umbrellas and the Pina coladas |
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Dawg my bars mad warm |
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(Good Money: And I'm just makin' it hotter) |
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(Both: They go to jail or get saved, or they take their Shahada) |
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Yo, I need that hard body villa out Palm Beach |
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You know bout to eat when ya victim's in arm reach |
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Palm Suites, room floors wit the hot tubs |
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And we all break bread cuz *****s got love |
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I'm bout that change *****, tis the season |
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As long as I'm breathin' G-Money is eatin' |
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(Hook) Good Money 2x |
