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What you want, you ain't gon' get it
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What you need, you won't admit it
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It really don't matter how hard you try
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Cause money can't buy respect
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The material mind is enticed by the dollar bill
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It makes some brothers fight, and some would even kill
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Some will do anything for a bill
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Cause they think they'll get respect
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Bought a big Mercedes, and you got about ten more cars
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Now you impress the ladies, and you're a neighborhood star
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Gold on your fingers and your neck
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But you still get no respect
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Your mind is weak, so when you speak
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You're obsolete, your mental peak
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Is in the street, your mouth's a beak
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Big like a bird, and your future's bleak
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Now you should seek some help decree
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You're sellin crack and livin cheap
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Bought a brand-new ride to go beep-beep
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Playin music outside loud in your jeep
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But you should know, unless you're slow
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There comes an end to the sidewalk show
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And up the river's where you'll go
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Wearin stripes from head to toe
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No fancy gold, no fancy car
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And the brothers inside don't care who you are
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A 7-foot brother doin life
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300 pounds, says you're his wife
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Walks in your cell and says: "Fix it up"
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Then you look up and say: "Not the butt"
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He says: "Shut up" "But... but" No 'but'
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Now what you gonna do, freaky-deaky or what?
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The money was good, the money was fast
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No business mind and the money won't last
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In the money rate you fell first to last
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Now every night you fight for your ass
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They say what goes up must come down
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All hustlers know that sound
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Cause you're here today, gone the next
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And you'll find out the hard way: you get no respect
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[Old hustler:]
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Man, you must be crazy and bugged
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Whatcha mean I don't get no respect?
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You crazy?
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You got to respect me
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Cause I was the first millionaire off the streets, boy
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Ain't nobody ever had a hustle like mine
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In '72, I was killin em, boy
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[Young hustler:]
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Man, go 'head, go 'head
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[Old hustler:]
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I'm tellin ya, I was shittin on it
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Word up, I was the man
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And a car - these niggas ain't got no cars today, man
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My car was so pretty, I ride by, niggas' dicks get hard
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You dig what I'm sayin?
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[Young hustler:]
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Ha-ha, man, get outta here, go 'head
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[Old hustler:]
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Caddy, boy, Grand Daddy Caddy
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They used to call me Mackaroni Tony, boy
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[Young hustler:]
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Aw man, go 'head, shut yo broke ass up, man
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Word, I spell it out, I'll yell it out
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For those brothers that keep sellin out
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Cause local clout is all you're about
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A few bullshit bitches and hanging out
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And every day's like a title bout
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When the next man wants you taken out
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I'd like to know what you're thinkin about
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It sure ain't dyin without a doubt
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But you better wake up before it's too late
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Or they'll be doing your make-up down at the coroner's place
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And you will have lived just to die
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And you'll die with no respect
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[Young hustler:]
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Yo man, what about hoes, what about hoes?
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[Old hustler:]
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Hoes?
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Shit man, I had mo' bitches than muthafuckin Con-ed got switches, boy
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I had hoes, loads of hoes, you know what I'm sayin
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Hoes, hoes, you dig?
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[Young hustler:]
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You're just talkin shit
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[Old hustler:]
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I had all the money man, I was the man...
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Where you goin Sam? Hold up, hold up
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[Young hustler:]
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Yeah, yeah - well, I'm outta here
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I don't wanna hear more of this shit
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[Old hustler:]
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Wait, before you go - can I get a dollar, man?
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[Young hustler:]
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Aw, go 'head, you broke ass, I ain't hearin no more of that shit
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What happened to all your money, boy?
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[Old hustler:]
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Aw go 'head, nigga, I thought you said you had all the money...
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[Young hustler:]
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I got all the money man, that shit ain't happenin to me
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You just fucked up man, I know how to hustle
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[Old hustler:]
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I got respect, you crazy, man
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I can go in any liquor store, anywhere, anytime 'the day
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And get any bottle or anything for free, that's respect, boy!
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[Young hustler:]
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Aw go 'head with all that shit
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[Old hustler:]
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That's respect!
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[Young hustler:]
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I got the dollar boy, I'm the man nowadays, you understand?
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You was killin em in '72, I'm killin em in '87, man
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That shit ain't happenin to me, I'm the |