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(feat. Young Chris) [Intro: Young Chris] |
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Yeah... uh, |
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C. West We do this, |
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Joe Budden |
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Yeah, young |
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Chris, what, what? |
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Yeah, uh [Young Chris] |
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To the heart of |
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North Philadelph, pour my spirit and flesh |
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Give me the crown, watch me wear it the best, |
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I ain't hearin the rest |
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Long gone, dancin with bigger fish here |
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Fish scale advances for glitter wristwear |
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Ch-chea, motherfucker this year |
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Chris here |
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Homie the strong's so vital, survival of the fits here |
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Ain't shit sweet y'all, life about a bitch yeah |
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Say I drive her crazy though |
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I ride that hoe fifth gear |
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Talk so much poverty cause |
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I live here |
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Talk facility cause my family's doin a bid there |
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You ain't rappin or ballin, we got our hustle out |
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That's what a thug about, anything to get the fuck up out the ghetto, dodge the devil, prolong my demise |
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Got a green sticky lah baby, 365 [Joe Budden] |
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Hold up, a nigga went from lukewarm to hot |
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Scratch that, from coldest winter to hell's kitchen |
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Aside from predictable shots and shells spittin |
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Wouldn'ta even known it cause nothin felt different |
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E'rything dope in this game ain't on the radio |
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That proofs me, check the dames and the ratio |
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Brain like fellatio, |
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I mean it used to be cane like |
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Horatio Fuck you, pay me though |
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Look for him, style in whatever |
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I put on Come from where you give a wrong look and you would look wrong |
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Broads off the hook for him |
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But I treat 'em like |
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Subway, I give 'em 5 dollars and a |
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FOOT long |
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Young niggaz take your vitamins |
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Your 28-inch rims higher than watchin me admirin |
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JUMP OFF e'rything that they aspirin to be |
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But the bullshit gets tiresome to me |
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See, only one concern, gettin my bread right |
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Hate to see you lose your (Life) over a website |
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I'll feel (Sorry) |
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Y'all'll only know what |
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I show why |
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Chris Brown and |
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Rihanna that real story |
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Off puttin words together like (Scrabble) |
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Build your (Monopoly), they just gon' attack you |
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Can't (Pictionary) it, they gon' think it's (Taboo) |
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When you get more, they can't (Connect) the (Four) [Outro: Joe Budden] |
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Dawg.. geah, |
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Joey, Chris |
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Yes Chad, |
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I fuckin know the sound |
