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featuring Half-A-Mil
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Intro: AZ The Visualiza
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Y'know, personally, I'm for the paper
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As long as we all see doe
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(Yo yo, big boys play for large sums) Yeah, uhuh
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(Even bitches got their shit tight) Ha ha ha
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Aight (If you're wit us throw your guns up, what the fuck?
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Form a philly, cock your shit back and bust
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Verse One: Half-A-Mil
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You acquired the knowledge, my brainwaves cause riots in college
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Science scholar in this world of violence and dollars
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Firm rappin god from the projects
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It ain't hard, from medicate cars to platinum cars, my click is that large
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To get they dick licked and back massaged by rich chicks
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who rock Versace bras in the drop, watchin the stars
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Yo, the conquest is ours, mission accomplished, shittin on Congress
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Benz whipped with the 6, on this
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8 trillion tonnes, when I appear reptilians run
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>From affilions, willions ??? ???
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Like Indians, your style's a dream, we pop Cristal and drive Bentley's in
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the same streets you can't get a penny in
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All my real shootout niggas hear me when
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Half-A-Mil shoot out with Bohemians, calicos spittin in
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Niggas splittin in the same position they sittin in
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What sentencin? We got too much Benjamins
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We even got triple six I-E-M plastic currency with ???
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Images *?of Quentin?* in, my niggas lay back
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We use to pump a G, now we pump 100-K packs
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Guns aimed at, destroy your whole world like *?K-mat?*
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What part of the game's that? The curse, my hot verse is flame rap
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Players got the game trapped, I be the king mack
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All my bitches mine til they bring crack.....
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Chorus: AZ
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Yo yo, big boys play for large sums
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Stack up, strategise, watch the cons come
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It's all a game, even bitches got their shit tight
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On the scene, 18, suckin dick right, and sip right
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If you're wit us throw your guns up, what the fuck?
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Form a philly, cock your shit back and bust
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Verse Two: AZ (aka Sosa)
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What? From NY to New Orleans, we all fiends
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Court scenes, flashbacks to kidnaps and fought CREAM
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Guns bussin, stash house out in Flushing
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Corruption, killer men-tal is foul adjustin
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Cold nights, handled the streets my whole life
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Back off ???? kikes, focus for niggas who lost sight
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Travel thought wise, beyond light years, way across skies
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Short-i's, so many makin livin off lies
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Anti up, hopin my new shorty don't stand me up
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It had me stuck, after this session, I plan to fuck
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Hot pursuit, a real splittin image of Pop Duke
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Block lasoo's, paper player part of my roots
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So what'cha grow, Shelley? I lit his game so sincerely
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Really, most rap cats couldn't come near me
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So it's either or Peter pay Paul, you and yours
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Fools are frost, regulate life thru rules and laws.....
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Chorus
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Verse Three: Half-A-Mil
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Firm official, 8-50 I, burnin pistol
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Black Magnum P-I, mack V-I, willie hat
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Half beehive, wise guy, '95 I
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look in my eye, praisin Allah, project aimin rod
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Greatest star Agbar, pushin a hot car
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Shark Bar, private engagement, live entertainment
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I grab mics and I explain it
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How I went from the brawns to the brainless
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to the minds of the wise and the famous
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Nigga's wives admire the guy's arrangers
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Kick off their wedding rings to give head to the king
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It's just a cheddar thing, amaretta, Armani leather thing
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We in to better things like wettin the brains
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Jumpin outta stretches and minks, crime connected with link
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Up in the club buyin drinks, bitches eyein the spinks
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Hustler haters hate us, my guns say "Fuck what they think"
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Once I copped a Hummer this summer with a buttoned-up mink
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Chorus
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Outro: AZ the Visualiza
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Bitches got their shit tight
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If you're wit us throw your guns up, what the fuck?
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Form a philly, cock your shit back and bust
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Throw Your Guns
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The Firm |