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(feat. Dona) |
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[Verse 1: Dona] |
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The clock is tickin, niggaz lookin for a bitch they can drop and strip |
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Or cock back and dick em |
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I ain't out here clubbin cousin just to fuck with a nigga |
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Who straight thuggin and show no lovin |
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Five seconds on the war, I ain't wit a nigga, say no more |
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Keep it real pays to be the boss |
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Everyday I'm at war with these ma'fuckers |
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One day I'ma be on top, let me explain somethin |
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Niggaz ain't givin you shit, but hard dick |
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Last call for drinks at the bar, we gon' get bent |
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Anybody got a problem with me they got a problem with he, and Montana |
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Ain't gon' be that sweet, niggaz die for me |
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[Verse 2: Cormega] |
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Uh...Uh.. |
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I had to step it up a notch the all metal Benny watch |
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'Meg for real I'm in the ghetto a lot |
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Yo fuck all that don and king shit |
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I'm tryin to be a convict who got rich like Don King did |
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Ya smallminded, I'm a behemoth |
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Ya stature is like half of what I spent on sneakers |
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Niggaz gossip like women, but wanna be the man |
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Who bought a Hummer six months after the BM |
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You dream of me failin, talkin in ya sleep |
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People so careless |
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Either, you don't care or you think I don't hear it |
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Here's a quote from the late great Christopher Wallace |
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"I sold more powder than, Johnson and Johnson" |
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Hitman like Bronson, vigilante |
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You want to get on son, you need to ask me |
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I ain't livin on the strength of no man |
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I'm livin on an acre, don't worry about me |
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Get ya weight up |
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Like Brooklyn and J.J. Building |
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My AK feeling more kids then Bebe, get it? |
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I twist ya wig back like ShaNayNay did it |
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You a son like K.J. nigga |
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I'm the one like Rod Strickland |
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I quit thuggin my art ??? |
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Wishin I could be like Law Diggas |
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Who chilled off summer and ?pushed RV's? in harsh winters |
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Now most of them all ?rhyme p? a hard sentence |
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Uh! |
