[Jay-Z]
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uh huh, yeah
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[Cam'Ron]
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This goes to all my hustlers, entertainers
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And of course, athletes in the struggle
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[Verse 1]
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Yo, yo yo yo yo
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Some get a little and some get none
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Shit, I was part of the some get none
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The ball, run for run, play the slums for crumbs
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Wired, real tired, till my lungs are done
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After all, I was nice in ball,
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But I came to practice weed scented
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Report card like the speed limit
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55-55 expellable
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If your nice they make sure that you eligible
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Pretty final, '92 played the city finals
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Pretty swift, real mvp, and 55th
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I can hoop, yo
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All-American in my age group, yo
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Raised bad settled for a ju. co. (junior college)
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Uh, but why they let a thug on campus
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All i did was rob and mug on campus
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Sliced, rolled dice, got shiest on campus
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At the toast got bad, payed the price on campus
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Forgot about ball, I was done dude
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Now I'm in county in an orange jumpsuit, middle of Texas
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Call moms, she dont want the phone act
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She dont condone it, Cam dont come home, shit
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[Chorus 4X: Notorious B.I.G.]
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Cause the streets is a short stop
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Either you slangin' crack-rock
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or you got a wicked jump shot
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[Verse 2]
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Yo, yo, ayo
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Comin back home, I thought it'd be cool
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But everbody like, Cam, "Yo, i thought you in school"
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Nah, im about to go back, huh, they know that im lyin'
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See me on broadway, know what im buyin'
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Niggas gettin' money, know what i'm eye'n
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Shiesty again, no where without iron
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Seems like my school life self destroyed
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Fuck gettin' a job, BIG self employed
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Slugs pop, drug spot, runnin' the thing
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Played ball on the weekend, 300 a game
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Till one of the workers pulled a small case
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Mouth runnin' like a dog race, tryin' to get us all laced
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I was slangin, but wasnt a kingpin
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A slow case n', verdict probation
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Tryed to fuck my P.O., she ignored that
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Said, "Know what Cam your found with more crack"
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See what happen', stopped the crackin'
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Start rappin', quit the clappin'
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3]
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Yo, yo, as a young nigga, always into crime
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But no matter what, yo, always used to rhyme
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So in that i became more curious
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Fuck bein' up north delirious, more serious
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Uh, so Killa did mixtapes
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CEO's heard, now here come big cake
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But one cat said Cam you better recoup
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Before you back on your block, baby, dead on the stoop
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But Un hooked me up with all this cheddar and loot
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The best rap deal of all time next to Snoop
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Money more the clutch, money more the touch
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I dont just rhyme I own liquor stores and such, but
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yeah
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Yo, the rap game remind me of the crack game
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Niggas wanna get they gun, then start the clap game,
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for dat fame
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Throwa Untertainment
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Sport, Drugs, Entertainment
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Till the arrainment, Killa
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[Chorus]
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[Cam'Ron]
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That's how it go on my block
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Mad props, let off mad shots
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All my peoples out there tryin' it
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Dis a problem for they environment, killa
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Sports, Drugs, Entertainment
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Till the arraignment
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Sports, Drugs & Entertainment
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Cam'ron |