50 Cent]
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Yo, yo we can't stay alive forever
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So if shit hit the fan then we might as well die together
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I'm high as ever, more hoes and more chedda
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G-Unit move around with them pounds and barreta's
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Yea faggot, if I want it I'm gon' have it
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Regardless if it's handed to me or I gotta grab it
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Don't make a ass outta yaself tryin to stop me
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I'm cocky, raps rocky, nigga you sloppy
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You know that I'm, 8 levels above you nigga
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I'll club you nigga, I never heard of you nigga, ugly nigga
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I'm the wrong one to provoke
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You rattin on niggas is only gon' leave you smoke
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So the only thing left now is tools for these cowrads
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I got no friends, fuck most of these cowards
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They pop shit 'till we start approaching these cowards
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While we lay around dollars, they lay around flowers
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[Lloyd Banks]
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I got a intergangstress who argue and steams the reefer
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And who flip when I call a bitch like she Queen Latifah
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Not all the vehicle's is long enough to stash the streetsweeper
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This shit can get uglier than the Master P sneaker
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We slidin through the ruckus, wit prada on the chuckus
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Soon as spring break ho's home from college wanna fuck us
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I ain't here to drop knowledge on you suckas
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I'll sick rottweiler's on you fuckas, cops followin to cuff us
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Top dollars to discuss this, whole lotta zeros
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When it comes to paper I blow a soul outta aero
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I'ma break before I lay floor buried
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Besides, every rapper ain't a star, n every plad ain't Burburry
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You can't tame Lloyd, smokin by the big screen
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You changin the channel looks like I'm playin the game boy
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I know to watch botherin ya vision
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You reach and I'll put a dot on ya head like its part of yo religion
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Why party wit a pigeon?
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I'm blowin a 10 cuz Bush handin flyers for a party in a prison
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I'm in the gucci vest wit the green and red straps
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I'm the last rapper to scare niggas since Craig Mack
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Now every morning's a fast start
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And there aint problem gettin dressed cuz my closet got more isles than pathmart
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Run, move startin a wave
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and leave wit 12 shells in ya mouth like a carton of eggs
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I'm the young pimp pardon my age
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I don't got long hair but if I did she be partin my braids
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Niggas find what club they at
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take 'em wit us, and run a train on 'em like a subway map
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get advance is a grey Acura
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see these record labels got most artists gettin fucked like the gay rappa'
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i go the college on the tour
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I'm goin down in history nigga, next to Wallace and Shakur
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I keep ya ammo clean, Tek's polished in the drawer
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Camera's by the hamper that monitor the floor
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by now, you probably heard of me
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fresh outta surgery, flashy as a fuck, you gon' have to murder me
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Burglary, I'm leavin wit cha nike's bugendy, White T, bergendy
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you match now, back down
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niggas love to hate you, but love you when you disappear
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catch me on the boat wit weed smoke and fishin' gear
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heavy when I tote, C-notes from different years
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Bezzy on the rope, remotes for liftin chairs
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You ain't rich, but we glad to snatch ya
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I send cars to crib like I'm a cab dispatcha
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you better off wit ya stupid guys, lookin for a coupe to drive
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you ain't gettin nuttin but ya french fries supersized
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it's a damn shame y'all still local
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I'm in a million dollar studio layin my vocals
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Nigga
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[50 Cent]
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Still in the projects nigga, you ain't goin nowhere
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you gon' fuckin be there for the rest of yo muthafuckin life
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and yo momma said, I'm supposed to tell you somethin.....
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to encourage you, somethin positive
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aight well I ain't gon' lie to you muthafucka, he ain't goin nowhere
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get yaself a beer, get on the fuckin curb...
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fuckin dirtbag
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Victory Freestyle
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Lloyd Banks |