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Aaaaaaaw Yeah, Y'all know what's up with this right here. No playa
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haters allowed so everybody's not invited. So y'all got to keep y'all
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distance. Mind your own, you'll live long. Yeah. Check me out.
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(1st Verse):
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These jealous mental cowards got they eyes closed
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They didn't see me creeping up from behind they want to be me
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But I ain't trippin, sippin on something 90 proof
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>From the floor to the roof, I spit this game to youth
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By any means, dreams of being a lot more than poor
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If you ain't helping your family, then what you living for?
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You'd rather talk about the next man, like a busta
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Fool, don't make me reach out and touch ya
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Then never sleep again, just comprehend, don't playa hate
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And real ballers keep their pagers on vibrate
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Never try to floss and show off your stacking
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On the low, that's if you wanna stay away from the popos
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Known to attract heat like DeNiro, scandalous federalies
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Got their eyes on the whole state of Cali
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You wanna be a playa in this game but you gonna watch me win it
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Trying to escape reality...in four minutes
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(Chorus):
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Four minutes of funk-Get off your rump-move your bottom off the tree
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stump-ladies looking pretty, from city to city-and now I'm getting down
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to the nitty gritty.
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>From the bottom to the top, top to the bottom, come on Bullet Loc and
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get funky while we got 'em.
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(2nd verse):
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Gas or cash, ain't no free ride,
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Felony got love coming from both sides
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About to blow it up and that's on me, Ready to bring it on
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Man y'all gon' see, I tell my homie to give me a refill
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'Cause I don't give a damn, they got me standing on porkchop hill
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With the most of my mind gone, just because a youngsta wanna get his
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grind on - Fool kill that!
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I'm trying to feed my household, what should I do?
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To survive, I got to work for you?
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Increase the minumum wage, but you will never make me happy
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Huh,but a real nigga keep it nappy, Yeah so I connect
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With E-A-Ski for bomb songs, when they hear the record they wanna sing
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along, my business straight now the industries about to be dealed
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Soon as I hit the world up with four minutes.
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(Chorus)
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(3rd verse)
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And if you ever say you can see me, it don't compute
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It's like walking through hell with a gasoline package suit
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I'm unfadable with this and about to show ya, time's up,
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I'm about to overthrow ya, it was nice to know ya
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I'm comin' with it to move 'em all, Never be no coward
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Keep hitting your enemy unil they fall y'all
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And to my females that's never faking and paper chasing
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Time is just too valuable to be wasting
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On the independent stroke or with a ?
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I'm down with ya, let's put our heads together and now we get richer
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We got to get it while it's good to get
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Let's put it down, hit em up by suprise and then we leave town
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Don't you like the sound of that? Him skinny and me fat
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Count it up and split it 50/50 back at the flat
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To the end we represent-we in it to win it
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Trying to escape reality in four minutes
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(Chorus)
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Nitty Gritty
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Jayo Felony |