I said..fuck em all, muthafuck em all
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Ya'll done turned a good guy into a Chuckie doll
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I would've been your friend till the end bitch
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Guess there ain't no friends in this shit bidness
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Just a bunch of assholes in the shit bidness
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But they won't flush me down the toilet bowl without my tissue
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These bitches talk shit out the same mouth they kiss you
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These niggas kiss ass with the same mouth that diss you
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Eww, you niggas disgust me
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And they ain't talkin bout shit unless they discuss me
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Let's talk about how, I'm killin errything I touches
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Or how I walked in this game with no crutches
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No Diddy, No Dupri, No Dr. Dre
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No Cash Money from Baby and no rocs from Jay
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And I'm still here
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We still here
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What does this break dude?..It's still here
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And dude talk, concernin New York
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When I was runnin the city you was learnin to walk
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So I watched you niggas take they first steps
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And I was happy for ya, daddy was clappin for ya
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But, wasn't for me prolly wouldnt've happened for ya
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So I rest my case
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I'm a rappin lawyer
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That's unless you wanna talk bad bitches
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Section full of bridezillas, that's mad bitches
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No words, I describe em with letters best
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They pretty as can be, curvy as the letter "S"
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They keep it G, they sweet as T
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Look good in the passenger seat of V
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They ride double R, smell like double C
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The Bags are L.V., D, or a double G
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Fly as hell, shades wire cell
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On E, sippin P.J., high as hell
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And please don't even talk about swag
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I'm cool and collective
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A Fool with perspective
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I'm far from being typical my respect is reciprocal
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I already came up
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You still on the zipper pull
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And I would say my style is 5th Fab meets Brooklyn
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I keep the hood watchin, I got the streets lookin
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They watch what I do, so they know what to do
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Lil money never told big money what to do
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Money talks, if you speak guapanese
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A language better known if you gettin cheddar holmes
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If not get a loan, use that like Rosetta Stone
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And that way you can holla bout a dolla
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I hear em cryin broke, they holla like a toddler
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Come holla at yo gualla, dont holla at sovallas
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You'll end up down under tryna holla at Koalas
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I keep that nine on me, ala Iguodala
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We can get it jumpin like the drolics on Impala
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I feel like Neno lettin em rock wallas off the colla
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Somebody tell me something, What the fuck happened?
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Somebody talk to me, muthafuck rappin
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They infiltrated the game, but who let in the pookies?
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Kingpins is snitchin that shit is not lookey
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So fuck new friends unless they stay solo
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Cuz who gon' watch you back after you kill Manolo?
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Isn't it ironic Santana's own fella stabbed him
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The king of New York die while I yellow cabbed him
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No Carlito's way
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When I spot a hater drop him like a hot potatoe
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Youahead, got me later
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Yeah I keep it gangsta but Im'ma do it my way
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The new day of the week is called My day
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So its my say, Pass my K
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I'm thru talkin
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The Way "Intro"
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Fabolous |