[Joe]
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Aiyyo, we veterans now,
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AZ, AZ
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And J-O-E
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[AZ]
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I'm back, no Belve, just bottles of Don
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With the same role plays that's about to go on,
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Any stagnation, I rise beyond
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Get it right, understand ma, ties are strong
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From the streets where it all started, back in school
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To the dough stacks,and nigga start actin' fool
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Who's be the loud type and like to flash the jewels
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Hit something nice then broadcast the news,
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Facts and weed, this slow track that we
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Did it all in the hood, had to leave
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Asthmatic, guess I had to breathe
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Short nigga wait up, suppose to grab the 'vees
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Blasted for few winters, rejuvenated
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Return like you remembered, but more swifter
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Stronger than your malt liquor,
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Money, hoes and clothes, don't let them hoes get cha,
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They not fair
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[Joe]
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[Chorus x2]
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That's how we ball, that's how we bang
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Show them how we are in them thangs,
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Play your part, play the game
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Everything's everything
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[AZ]
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This is real, believe it I take look for real
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It's perspiration under the booster wheel,
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Trucks and 20's, 'Lacs wit them cocked Zazemi
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You can catch me at Justin's or up in Jimmy's
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Jack them hot, the real never wrestle with pride,
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If you lie, that's the only way I let you inside
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Drop them or not, probably for the love of the block
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See me solo in a photo, hands under my cock
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For face, the white clock and tainted shades
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Take for fake, got a face that just say for raise
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Get in the mix, sittin' up in cinema six,
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Multi-complex, go before the end of the flick
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It's just me, besides I'm just a G
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Wit the O in the front, I know what you want
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Believea¢æ| I'm sucka-free
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[Chorus x2]
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[Joe]
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Back up your work, hit the block and pitch
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Don't stop 'til you rich, 'cause shots never snitch
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Stick to the script, tuckin' the chain
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Everything's everything
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[AZ]
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See times don't stop, and crime won't stop
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So I won't stop til I'm sittin' on top,
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To every home phones and cells get blocked,
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And every hard top get chop til we drop
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If the streets don't get us, the peace gon' get us
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Wait til the lord they don't hit us,
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I'm so iffy, keep the 'dro sticky
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[?] fifty, come and smoke with me
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Bring some cups in the clubs and toast with me,
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So small crispy, man I flow sippy
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And the last Griffin, play chef in the kitchen
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Back shots, ass in the air, best position
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[Joe]
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That's how we ball, that's how we bang
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Everybody do your thang
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[Chorus x2]
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[Joe]
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Back up your work, hit the block and pitch
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Don't stop 'til you rich, but shots never snitch
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Stick to the script, tuckin' the chain
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Everything's everything
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[Chorus and Joe's verse til music fade]
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Everything's Everything
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AZ |