Hook:
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No matter what the weather we be getting our cheddar
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So we can have a better tomorrow, oh, oh
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Money, cars, superstars, getting ours, working hard
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For a better tomorrow!
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Coach, put me in the game
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I'm for real, other peoples trying to put me in them chains.
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Whatever the topic, let's put it in the frame
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We can even load it, and cock it and put it in they brains
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I'm saying, some rappers do it for a chain.
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Kill yourself, I know killers that'll do it for some change
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These veterans is slipping, they ain't doing it the same
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I don't slip, set a pick and put a shooter in your lane.
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Precise, like a shooter at the range
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But I ain't trying to shoot it with you rappers,
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I'll just shoot it at your dame!
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Y'all never should have threw me in the game
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Found a new word for weed, that was so me,
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I threw it in my name!
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My soul laid out on the block like arms spraying
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The law hating, warring like blacks and Caucasians
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God versus Satan,
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I'm laying in the dark with the ...waiting
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Letting off first basing.
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Slim from the cotton club washing a scrub
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Deuce high when he cruise by, spotting his love
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Hold the mic like a 38 muzzle to snub
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This flow, call it OJ blood on the glove.
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Above rap, capital Gs speak on the facts
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Please believe that, meaning that I keep it a stack
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He's back, he a beast on the track
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The only time that I go soft is probably with your freak in the sack.
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Feel the bass make sure he shake,
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Murder verse, first, 48
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Manslaughter, nearly caught a case
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I crack heads more than base
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Stack bread when I orchestrate,
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That said, y'all the base
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Hook:
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No matter what the weather we be getting our cheddar
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So we can have a better tomorrow, oh, oh
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Money, cars, superstars, getting ours, working hard
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For a better tomorrow!
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I seen niggas sniff coke through a crazy straw
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Come out they shirts sweating bullets with the Bobby Brown jaw
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Dry mouth, grinding back and forth plus he's steaming a Newport
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We all holding the torch!
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Few staircase murders, some burners don't blam right
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Guns that kicked around the wall, you better stand tight
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Full of X, AKs, wild in lobbies, bulletproof PJs
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... spunned like the DJ
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CSI traumatized by viewing the instant replay
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Sponge bob niggas get scar, nigga
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I'm off style in any section of the hood,
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I'll pull your car, nigga!
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Hook:
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No matter what the weather we be getting our cheddar
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So we can have a better tomorrow, oh, oh
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Money, cars, superstars, getting ours, working hard
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For a better tomorrow!
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See ignorance wouldn't allow retreat
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So you rather pursue death than admit defeat?
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See ignorance wouldn't allow retreat
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So you rather pursue death than admit defeat?
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Yo, yo, hey yo!
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I used to be so narcissistic, park the whips and spark the biscuits
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Spit hollow tipped shells at the narcs with quickness
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Live to tell the tale, cause only God's my witness
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Been a long time, change gonna come son,
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I'm optimistic!
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I hold the shield like Ron O'Neal
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Super fly, do or die, killer hill, Brownsville
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Never win, never will, yes I can, yes I will!
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Put a dot upon your knot then I shoot through your grill
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Like a dentist, my apprentice speaks with a vengeance
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Demented scientists counting bodies inside trenches
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That's judges off the benches, got inches for y'all wenches
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We plant those hot seeds then drove in cold winters!
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Hook:
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No matter what the weather we be getting our cheddar
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So we can have a better tomorrow, oh, oh
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Money, cars, superstars, getting ours, working hard
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For a better tomorrow!
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See ignorance wouldn't allow retreat
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So you rather pursue death than admit defeat?
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See ignorance wouldn't allow retreat
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So you rather pursue death than admit defeat?
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Ron O'Neal
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Wu-Tang Clan |