[Verse 1]
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[Chris]
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Your digits ain¡¯t rising fam its like you're lactose and tolerant. We got fridges for
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the taliban load attire man, betta keep ya set up, million dolla man soon to be we next up, get
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wet up I been fresh since a little one bitch I school the others travel from the little gun
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force ones. See my rocket¡¯s set?, speak my name and I cock it wet. How can I forget see the
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game she the same I tried to get back in grats HEY. Man them bitches bought the gift and the
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curse and heard the verse off the track HEY. Bitches please same C wont gas ME. Your boy's
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classy for those who don't know Chris. He like Hypnotics mixed with Henney he's ferocious
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toasters right beside and clip extending ya suppose to open fire on any nigga that approach us
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fucking roaches most of my niggas from the pro-jects 40-o-ez fuck a Moette. Mo' money mo' sex
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no more stress. And for the cut I take it out on my ememies, taking out all my enemies, any
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coward a friend to me, if he bring the pain, we bringing flowers and memories and that's real
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press my hand and see if my cards reveal. Had to see some of the hardest squeal. Ya'll guard ya
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grill.
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[Chorus]
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[Chris (Neef)]
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(Got a) Whole lot of loving. (Got a) Whole lot of soul. (Round a) Whole lot of
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thuggin' but baby that's how I roll. (Round a) Whole lot of niggas. (Round a) Whole lot of
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hoes. (Make a) Whole lot of digits becuz I'm sick with the flows. (Mamis) leaving they niggas
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(yeah). Leave wit a nigga (yeah). They like oh that's that young nigga that Sigel be with
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(yeah). I think he ready ohh girl I gotta roll it up. They be like bitch you can get it long as
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you old enough.
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[Verse 2]
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[Sparks]
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whole black feeling me, chyeah nigga. I can tell you why these thugs ride tell you why these thugs die.
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And to the day of my demise I'm blowing, I¡¯m blowing my la-la-la-la-la-la, till' I come in off
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this high. Till these polies appahend me? Till these pricks still to me I'm doing me. I'm
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running crazy thru the city with the two and letting my thing quake on these noonies for even
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think that they can do me dirty. I'm nine cluching on the west side of Philly exchanging my war
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story with all of my little homies playing the MOB. Who just refuse to get a job so they back
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and forth in and out of these correctional facilities. I'm getting phone calls from em' every
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week laughing talking bout how the whole block feeling me. And how when he coming home he ride
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for me. See that used to be me so I feel him I got love. Got a...
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[Chorus]
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[Chris (Neef)]
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(Got a) Whole lot of loving. (Got a) Whole lot of soul. (Round a) Whole lot of
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thuggin' but baby that's how I roll. (Round a) Whole lot of niggas. (Round a) Whole lot of
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hoes. (Make a) Whole lot of digits becuz I'm sick with the flows. (Mamis) leaving they niggas
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(yeah). Leave wit a nigga (yeah). They like oh that's that young nigga that Sigel be with
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(yeah). I think he ready ohh girl I gotta roll it up. They be like bitch you can get it long as
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you old enough.
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[Verse 3]
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[Neef]
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Yo same o¡¯ same o¡¯ they want me to work more just a year ago they ain¡¯t give fuck bout
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boy. As far as the bank you can¡¯t get a penny up out yours so don¡¯t tell me shit about family
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we starvin¡¯. You helped me stay in this group, I beg your pardon I started this before Chris
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nigga don¡¯t forget make he come off the hip on what you saying out cha lips. Swelling on the
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past there¡¯s no telling if I¡¯m blast. Put it back in bags still selling to the mass. You move
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fast might crash, so I move at my own pace, ain¡¯t no love loss cause I got my own taste. You
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don¡¯t put no working hands on my plate, to me that shit is snake. Them *infa reds? tell me sleep
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safe. But wait shhhhhhh. You niggas cake we don¡¯t need no fifths my niggas wiring up the shit
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while we tieing up the strip. Got a...
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[Chorus]
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[Chris (Neef)]
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(Got a) Whole lot of loving. (Got a) Whole lot of soul. (Round a) Whole lot of
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thuggin' but baby that's how I roll. (Round a) Whole lot of niggas. (Round a) Whole lot of
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hoes. (Make a) Whole lot of digits becuz I'm sick with t |