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[Boots]
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Now, motherfuckers done made a name for theyself
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But a name don't mean wealth, let me up you on the shit
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If we was up in this, just to get up out the ghetto
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Let me tell you right now, we damn near done quit
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I spit game on a regular basis; now everybody
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lookin at my hand like I'm holdin all the aces
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Cool that they know our faces, from different places
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But you can't catch-up/ketchup if you don't know what the pace/Pace is
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Everywhere we go you know especially in the O we hear
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"Coup, Coup, you know we got love fo' sho'"
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But even mo' when they see us on B-E-and-T and
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M-T-and-V but me and E can't pay the P-G-and-E
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Power come from the barrel of a bucker
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I use the mic so that we aim at the same motherfucker
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Cause your shit could go gold, and the only cash you got
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is the silver kind that don't fold
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I'm gettin dope when they ask about the road that I passed
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My peoples really be thinkin they gon' come up fast
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and then come rap and shake they ass
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You ain't the first, motherfucker who done spent his game
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then plan to scram, up out the ghetto let me break this down
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From kids to gramms, fuck the videos with the Benzes
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and the cellular phones, spendin hundreds like quarters
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The Benz is they partner's, the money's on loan, and umm..
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"the cellular number you have reached is out of order"
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[B] Now, motherfuckers done made a name for theyself
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[E] But a name don't mean wealth
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[B] Let me up you on the shit
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[E] If we was up in this, just to get up out the ghetto
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Let me tell you right now, we damn near done quit
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Now, motherfuckers done made a name for theyself
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[B] But a name don't mean wealth
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[E] Well let me up you on the shit!
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[B] If we was up in this, just to get up out the ghetto
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Let me tell you right now, we damn near done quit
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[E-Roc]
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I mocked _Rockbox_ wearin socks in my basement, told my pops
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I fin' to have as much mail as they got -- not
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I still got to keep my cash clot flowin
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My mind is bent on the rent I'm barely makin it micraphone
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It's true, it's a few gettin fund expansions
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It ain't like Acorn Projects gon' move into mansions
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Straight authenticized shit, over synthesized hits
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With this misty eyed mental make your teeth grit
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And I'm not tryin to diss like it's a bandwagon trim
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They sellin six-packs of them waves out the ghetto again
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In the 20's it was rocks, in the 50's doo-wop
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It's nineteen-ninety-fo' and everybody's store hoppin
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And ain't nobody really tryin to hear me speak
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They too busy watchin loot, gettin interviewed by Robin Leach
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So if you're modest and don't higher/hire economics
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Just kick it with The Coup, smoke this dub sack of funk!
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[B] Now, motherfuckers done made a name for theyself
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[E] But a name don't mean wealth
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[B] Let me up you on the shit
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[E] If we was up in this, just to get up out the ghetto
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Let me tell you right now, we damn near done quit
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Now, motherfuckers done made a name for themselves
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[B] But a name don't mean wealth
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[E] But let me up you on the shit!
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[B] If we was up in this, just to get up out the ghetto
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Let me tell you right now, we damn near done quit
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* DJ Pam cuts up "turn up the beat and let me come with some game main" *
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[Boots]
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I'm gon' die before I lie to my peoples on the block
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It's like front and you gon' shoot when you ain't got no glock
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You bet' not (that's a punk trick) this is how we run shit
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I'm fin' to pitch a fit cause I'm tired of hearin gums hit
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Why do motherfuckers get up out and go for single
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when the real high rollers grab the army to protect they Pringles?
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[E-Roc]
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Confusion, just a system based on prostitution
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They done ganked you, don't be no stank fool with they solution
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Unless you got about a million semi-automatics
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you gon' think you strivin doin them wholesale acrobatics
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[Boots]
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No I don't have it like that, Planet Planet ain't got it
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Keep my whole life savings stuffed in my back pocket, flock it
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I'm scrapin fronts off like plaque, no slack
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I'm come Realistic like Radio Shack
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Intact and fat motherfuckers finally get they shit right
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Ain't no fight, they scared shitless, all |