You wanna know what the fuck I heard, bitch?
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I heard you wanna carbon copy me,
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Not possible to succeed.
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Bustin nigga's kneecaps, cuz greed is fuckin wit weed
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Gimme more cheddar than Ellie,
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No Hillbilly from Beverly
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Heavely sedated, still hated and Rated R
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You the next victim, and if you flinch you fall
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I got that sure shot method Guaranteed to make a nigga pause.
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Peep the Cars I'm in.
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Uncountable amount of Benjamin's, Benzes for all my friends
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If it don't make dollars, you ain't makin no fucking sense
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Get relentless when it comes to stacking chips and shit
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Try to take mine to thy nine be the glory
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Unloaded at the end of the story,
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I'm on top of the world, nigga...
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[CHORUS:]
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Sittin on top of the world
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Sittin on top of the world
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With 50 grand in my hand
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Steady puffin on a blunt
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Sippin hennessy and coke,
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Gimme what you won't.
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Sittin on top of the world
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Sittin on top of the world
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With my legs swingin, jewelry jingling baby
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Go head baby.
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Lemme hit you with some real PUMP PUMP
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It's the number one contender
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So So Def memeber known as Brat
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Girlfriend offender cuz they man's think I'm all that
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Krystal in my lap, chronic chokin me
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Nigga's hopin we fall off
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But we won't, we don't.
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All we do is keep fuckin it up.
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While all you do is keep lookin at us.
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Known evidence is that I dispense hits
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And make more house quakes than Prince leavin mother fuckers dense
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One of the baddest bitches on the planet.
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Act like you know it's the funk bandit dammit, and you can't stand it.
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You can run, but you can't hide
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From this bad mannered individu-AL Gal from the West Side
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Hit em up.
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I can't quick stick like the bottom of an ostrich
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Hung in your pants
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Hotness from your bull-shit
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And it's written all over your face
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You want my space but ain't got what it takes to take my place...
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[CHORUS]
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Now best believe I got more Trix up my sleeve
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Then that silly rabbit
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All day dream about G's and how I gots to have it
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Gotta weed habit, but I'm still on point,
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one of the most wanted to rock off somebody's joint.
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It be the B-R-A-T, the mind blower,
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The rough rhyme thrower, mother fuckers can't see
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Riding drop top roadsters, fuck all that gold stuff
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Only Triangles dangle when I bust.
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You see, niggas round town called this and that,
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Said I sound like the pound and my shit was wack.
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Dropped the album Funkdafied and they thought it was bold,
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30 days later, the LP went gold, and I'm...
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[CHORUS]
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Sittin' On Top Of The World
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Da Brat |