(Intro)
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You can¡¯t see?
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You can¡¯t see?
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You can¡¯t see?
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You¡¯re fuckin with a P I M P
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(Hook1)
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It¡¯s for the G¡¯s, the pimps and the hustlers
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It¡¯s for the G¡¯s, the pimps and the hustlers
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No wannabes, no D¡¯s and no busters
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(You can¡¯t see?)
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You¡¯re fuckin with me ? you¡¯re fuckin with a P I M P
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(Verse)
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My CEO¡¯s a DJ, my ANR¡¯s a dope boy
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The rapper is a pimp, got you niggas on my scope, boy
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Oh boy, the flow¡¯s extra
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Extra clip, hecker and cons for the heckles
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I thank God for my necklace and thank the streets for giving me the heart
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To protect it, any situation I met with
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Handle recording me squeeze bullets back to back
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In a single fire line, just to keep it orderly
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This beat ain¡¯t just fat, it¡¯s morbidly obese
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Allowin me to speak, to the fans I wanna reach
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My jail niggas, my locked up and make bail niggas
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My strippers and hoes that drop it to the floor
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Get yo money baby, who gives a fuck if they look at you crazy?
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If they don¡¯t love you I will, you just gotta pay me
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I know Brooklyn got my back, I¡¯m hungry eatin rappers
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Sayin the city mean more like I¡¯m raw back
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I¡¯m overseas and I ain¡¯t pressed to fly back
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I¡¯m late up with a Paris chick, extendin my trip
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Life¡¯s a coinflip, yea heads or tails
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Whichever side it lands on it¡¯s how your girl¡¯s getting nailed
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She count the money while the captain set sail
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I like my vodka over ice, she poppin pills and doin reals, it never fails,
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Cases of the champagne and garbage bails
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Me and Statik back to back, this plain life, this fly as hell
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(Hook2)
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It¡¯s for the G¡¯s, the pimps and the hustlers
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(You can¡¯t see?)
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It¡¯s for the G¡¯s, the pimps and the hustlers
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(You can¡¯t see?)
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No wannabes, no D¡¯s and no busters
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(You can¡¯t see?)
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You¡¯re fuckin with me ? you¡¯re fuckin with a P I M P
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(Hook1)
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It¡¯s for the G¡¯s, the pimps and the hustlers
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It¡¯s for the G¡¯s, the pimps and the hustlers
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No wannabes, no D¡¯s and no busters
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(You can¡¯t see?)
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You¡¯re fuckin with me ? you¡¯re fuckin with a P I M P
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(Verse)
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Anger is luxury, hangin with these dangerous fucks with me
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I¡¯m tangled up the angel dust, puffs angels, ankles are cuffed to me
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Gangsters and nuts, pranksters and sluts, painful fuckery
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Pendulum swingin, cinnamon sinning, women are stuck to me
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I fuck famous sluts, cocaine ain¡¯t enough for me
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Deluxe levels of rebels, they all rush to see
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We can¡¯t dress them in tux, devilish sluts
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In their blue dresses, girlies put their breasts up
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So I guess my message is fuck, nah I think your estrogen¡¯s up
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I got yo neck in my clutch, my torch is like your ecstasy was
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I¡¯m eratic and hectic, can¡¯t be mad at the reckless fanatic
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A radical addict with the attitude
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On Statik Selektah avenue so crack a brew and have a few drinks
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And fuck who the fuck you think is mad at you
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Tell em this is what we had to do
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Statik, this is what we had to do
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(Hook2)
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It¡¯s for the G¡¯s, the pimps and the hustlers
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(You can¡¯t see?)
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It¡¯s for the G¡¯s, the pimps and the hustlers
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(You can¡¯t see?)
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No wannabes, no D¡¯s and no busters
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(You can¡¯t see?)
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You¡¯re fuckin with me ? you¡¯re fuckin with a P I M P
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(Hook1)
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It¡¯s for the G¡¯s, the pimps and the hustlers
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It¡¯s for the G¡¯s, the pimps and the hustlers
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No wannabes, no D¡¯s and no busters
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(You can¡¯t see?)
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You¡¯re fuckin with me ? you¡¯re fuckin with a P I M P
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(Verse)
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Fuck your pipe dreams, we make it happen for real
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Slappin bitches on they ass until they catch it and peel
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I¡¯m on my way up, I see the top you in my rearview
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Wiping off my Gucci lenses for a clearer view
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Dustin of my shoulders, wiping down my cloud
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I¡¯m married to the game, no ring and no gown
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And no clowns allowed around the illest sound ever
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Round your call with bass and let it clap through your leathers
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My CEO is on the turn table
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The pimp is at the front of the stage with gold cables
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I ain¡¯t actin my age, I run around wilin
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Drinkin vodka like a Wesson stucken in the salad
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Money pilin at night, let bullets fly and you don¡¯t want that
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I send a hoe out broke, she bring my money on the comeba |