(Opio)
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Remember Tabitha Smith
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That's been my hard on since the fifth grade
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Used to tell me nigga get paid
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So we could be chillin'
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Knew she'd be a millionaire
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Feelin' 'em squares, stayin' up late
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Doing her homework
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Till he bones hurt
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Solid as steel
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Real as a day of atonement
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Never live for the moment
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That's why suckers they couldn't bone shit
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Fool that body's a temple
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Plus her older brothers just might lynch you
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If you slippin'
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Dreams of tinted windows in a benz-o
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Graduated valedictorian, still smokin' indo
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She was a whiz though
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And I admire it
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Finished up grad school
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Now she mob a jaguar too
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She never led she'd get maniacal
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Kept her eyes on true ambition
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That's how she livin' fat
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Educated herself
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Now she in a rack with six figures
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Stacks of cashola I told her
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Chorus (Opio):
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Stay hustlin'
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Watch for your enemies
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Fool don't sneeze
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You might blink for a second
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Stay alert they like green berets
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Checkin' your traps
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With impeccable accuracy
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Know where you at & where you be
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(A-Plus)
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Now everybody is a victim
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If he a idiot I probably got a problem with him
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About these women and that (pollyin'?) to get 'em
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Maybe end up sorry that you hit 'em
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Oh you was trickin' now a part of you is with 'em
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I know plenty of those travel many roads
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Went to extremes to receive every penny owed
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Hella niggas be petty though
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They eyes give 'em open and their actions let me know
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So why give a fuck
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All them answers lead to more questions
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And if you're guessin' you's a poor specimen
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More death to them
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My demeanor changes
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When I see the stages
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Of a nigga schemin' before I beat him like Peter Gages
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I listen to many morons, Let 'em go on
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Wonder why they talk for so long they be like so on and so on
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I examine who and what I think I know
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Everybody's a victim is what I'm peepin' though, so
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I hustle with friends
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Even tussle with them
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I ain't knowin' nothin' but them
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Toughen the skin ha ha
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Now it's all about your work ethic
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In a word check it
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In a word check it
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Extended Chorus
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(Opio)
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Stay hustlin'
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Watch for your enemies
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Fool don't sneeze
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You might blink for a second
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Stay alert they like green berets
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Checkin' your traps
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With impeccable accuracy
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Know where you at & where you be
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Back to the scene of the crime with rubber gloves on
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Tryin' to expose the cover up but there was none
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So when the fuzz come
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We say what's up to 'em
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Cuz we untouchable & give a fuck
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(Tajai)
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V-12 pushin' like 80
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Super sounds of Coltrane stainless
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So I don't hydroplane
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I kiss my lady and my baby
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Told 'em things gon' be straight
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Hopped out at the hospital gate
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Now I'm a little late
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But that can mean everything
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Got an urgent page
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Jetstream to the scene
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Mask & gloves plus deep green scrubs
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Open you up for the peaking
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Grab my instruments and start tweaking this and that
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Then stitch you back to near perfection
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Avoiding all complications and infections
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My occupation, the culmination of strenuous concentration
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Lots of lonely contemplation
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No time for impatience when you dream makin'
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My reward is smiling faces on all my patients
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Mobility, ability, to make changes
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In a community ravaged by the savage collaborations
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Of racists, but y'all can't say shit
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I'm a hustle till I drop one day may save your kids
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Extended Chorus 2x
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Repeated:
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Stay hustlin, what
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1x:
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Legalize hustlin'
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Yeah
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Watch for your enemies
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Fool don't sneeze
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Enemy Minds
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Souls of Mischief |