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(feat. Big Hawk & Garcia, Kevo) |
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[talking:] |
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Uh yeah, I told you *******z I had PS2 clarity on tracks |
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It's Young Fever and Worm, the million dollar connection |
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Uh you ******g with Presidential, Commission Music Group |
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And most of all Ghetto Dreams baby, how you think about that one uh |
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[Hook:] |
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Presidential, ain't nothing to be ****** with |
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Commission Music, ain't nothing to be ****** with |
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Ghetto Dreams, ain't nothing to be ****** with |
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You come playing games with us, you out of luck ******* |
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Presidential, ain't nothing to be ****** with |
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Commission Music, ain't nothing to be ****** with |
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Ghetto Dreams, ain't nothing to be ****** with |
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You come playing games with us, goodbye |
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[Kevo:] |
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I always had a vision, that I would count cash like the government |
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A attitude like they like it, I'm ******g loving it |
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I never fronted *******z on credit, cancel that brother *******t |
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Hover around another strip playa, you on that other *******t |
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If there's cash outside my set, then I'ma cover it |
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Beef I put that *******t off in the skillet, and smother it |
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I promised myself to love, not a nan 'nother ******* |
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I'm a pimp, I will make a hoe house out of covenant |
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*******z ******* around with Fever, and Kevo gon thump ya |
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In all black, pop right out of the hedges and bump ya |
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I rack stats and shots and assists, like original Rucker |
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Your destination is hell, cause heaven don't want ya |
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They gon find you with your body in the car, head in a dumpster |
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Hate the flame or the game, cause it plays in a monster |
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Slapped off, 151 and Mamosa |
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Ready to make my hollow points, hop out of your head like a toaster |
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[Hook] |
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[H.A.W.K.:] |
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With a full head of steam, and a hell of a team |
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Ghetto Dreams, is a money making machine |
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I'm chasing a dream, like Karl Malone chasing a ring |
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By any means, a must that I get this cream |
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Get that do', and spit that sickening flow |
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The C.E.O., and you ought to see me flow |
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You Gusto, the dude from CB4 |
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And with that flow, your *******t won't make it out the sto' |
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On tracks I'm a creature, I'm a sma*******ng feature |
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Feel these hard 16's, coming through your speakers |
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I can teach ya, every aspect of the game |
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From putting it all together, to putting it in them chains |
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I'm talking change, in large amounts |
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Coming straight from the streets, to them corporate accounts |
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That's what counts, and any ******* willing to bet |
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Who the hell said a thug, can't be an exec |
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[Hook] |
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[Lil' Keke:] |
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Commission Music, call me the franchise player |
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Touring city to city, with my C's in the air |
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Done seen plenty battles, 'fore I came out the hood |
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And I still lead my team, like a quarterback should |
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And we ain't to be ****** with, we worser than S.W.A.T. |
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Every year two or three *******z, on the streets get shot |
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It's the Young Don *******, on a hell of a job |
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Thanks to C.M.G. *******, we the new black mob |
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This for the family, so it's mostly for wealth |
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I started my own label, then I signed myself |
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You know the street sweepers sweep, on a late night creep |
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One thang about a killer, he bring it just where you sleep |
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And it's 7-1-3, my ******* we still holding now |
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Still pimping *******, my game is called polar bear |
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Multiplying game, get cash any and everywhere |
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Busting off talk, my pistol play is never fair |
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[Hook] |
