Like IĄ¯m sitting on the tear with years left ahead
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Too much pain but I ainĄ¯t got a tear left to shed
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IĄ¯m speakin to myself like yea, get the bread
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The meat and the cheese too, the money will appease you
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In case the love leaves you, nah
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ItĄ¯s only a meth that gets this type evil
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All I know is takers and givers and fowl niggas
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AinĄ¯t no love, they just scared to throw paper around wit us
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And we gotta go to heaven cuz the underground wit us
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If we all donĄ¯t blow then IĄ¯d prolly die bitter
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I figured the equation, everythingĄ¯s amazing
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You locked in the cage or stuck in the maze and
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I burn your rat though, I tip my hat though
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Cuz now itĄ¯s been said that the game is the devilĄ¯s last hope
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I just wanna play GodĄ¯s house
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IĄ¯m on the streets though, still taking the hard route
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Monopolizing, or how this game is being played
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Every day I sit back and think if I should quit or stay
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In many ways, this paper be calling, this is not a dream
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I write rhymes to keep me from falling, tryin not to sleep
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Monopolizing, or how this game is being played
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Every day I sit back and think if I should quit or stay
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In many ways, this paper be calling, this is not a dream
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I write rhymes to keep me from falling, tryin not to sleep
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Kill all racks then hard crack
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Yeah that D block bullshit, IĄ¯m still on that
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All rappers be aware cuz the villainĄ¯s back
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50 shots, let me see who tried to dodge that
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I had a crime scene lookin like we in Iraq
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Hit the spot, jades closed and I spin right back
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Hold up, Poovs wait, let me fix my hat
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Now please raise the volume up so I can spit that crack
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Smoke loud, pop perks til my lips get chap
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And niggas I done seen grown men get kidnapped
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All cuz they said they stash at endless racks
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Back on my block we used to have endless packs
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We started with it, pulling both Bentleys back, nigga
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Monopolizing, or how this game is being played
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Every day I sit back and think if I should quit or stay
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In many ways, this paper be calling, this is not a dream
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I write rhymes to keep me from falling, tryin not to sleep
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Monopolizing, or how this game is being played
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Every day I sit back and think if I should quit or stay
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In many ways, this paper be calling, this is not a dream
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I write rhymes to keep me from falling, tryin not to sleep
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Insane like jackin the shinin, money rhyme it in Han sight
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I only look for it when IĄ¯m findin
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But you gotta find more than what you look for
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Fool, but I know that thereĄ¯s a book in the jewel store
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Smoke good, get it high I cook raw
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Tired of this every day ghetto shit
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Hoes, strippers that try to get fellons to get your melon split
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But if you know the game no tellin shit
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These is the rules, I ainĄ¯t make em up
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Yea they put em to sleep but couldnĄ¯t wake em up
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He was just in the strip club throwin paper up
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Now the family is throwin RollsĄ¯ down
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And these niggas is yelling they gonna hold it down
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You know the streets, itĄ¯s the same old cycle
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9 on my mountain bike, the same old cycle
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Ghost me in the cut cuz the game so tryful yeah
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Monopolizing, or how this game is being played
|
Every day I sit back and think if I should quit or stay
|
In many ways, this paper be calling, this is not a dream
|
I write rhymes to keep me from falling, tryin not to sleep
|
|
Monopolizing, or how this game is being played
|
Every day I sit back and think if I should quit or stay
|
In many ways, this paper be calling, this is not a dream
|
I write rhymes to keep me from falling, tryin not to sleep
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Monopolizing
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| Styles P |
