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Yeah, i'd like to welcome everybody that came |
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I know that i woke y'all up early this mornin', but shit is real |
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I need all y'all to come down |
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So we can talk about these things that's going on man |
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It's gettin' real |
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Wizard: |
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Escobar, reportoire, that's my man |
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Blowin' up how we expand |
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Stack grands up, pack vans up, with wild cats |
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Bustin' live gats |
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Claimin' that you illa than me, now how's that |
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In the bridge hangin' wit the thug menaces |
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Images of mad loot, and beatin' sentences |
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Now we livin' large, remininscin' flippin' on prison guards |
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Jumpin' in and out of different cars |
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On a weekly, benz or mitsubishi |
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Got the flip phone in the strip zone |
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Satellite dish, 50 inch with the knicks on |
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Everday it's real in my life, you live in sitcoms |
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Real dons, bustin' out this hustlin' game with the name |
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See it lights, bitch get it right |
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Scorsese, capo, black mercedes |
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Miami in back, with the crack, the late 80's |
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Brown timbs, and thousands |
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Now we on to some real doe |
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How does it feel to count a mil? |
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What you bug? |
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Throw a party and show love |
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To the same cats after your stacks who throw slugs |