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came from rags to riches, I'm the shit I can no longer disguise it, bitch, 'cause I'm rich I got cars galore, lil' bitch, 'cause I'm rich I escaped
for that busta shit By the time I was 9, seen a bunch of shit Lost more homies than a Iraq vet Niggas skipping on groceries to buy that Tec Lost a few
Now, Chris Rock, where you at? I heard you say some shit about some blacks, Nigga, this been your ass back. Come see the real deal. Stay in
the shit went down it's like I lost my brother (ayy) And I wish we could trade places Swear to God, dawg, I wish we could trade places Livin' a life
Uh, yeah, y'all, guess who is back? Probably sold ya momma crack Yeah, yeah, Scott Storch (return of the great) Mr. M-E-F (aww shit) know what I
I'm a G, you can't see, me That must be, why you're talkin' (Shut your mouth bitch) I'm the shit, and you know, it Never stops, there's no
Pull the rag off the six-fo' Hit the switch, show niggas how the shit go The Game is back, the Aftermath chain is gone The D's is chrome, the frame
What it do doc This ya boy yo gotti You know I'm affiliated with them affiliates And this is gangsta shit Gloc forty, dope money make my pants
walk around like I just don't care Once you get a grip If I have to, I'll grab my fifth And throw shit up, put your hands in the air I'm
These niggas just hating they ain't talking 'bout shit I'm a grown ass man I flip my own brick I don't need yo help I can hold my own dick Ain't no
Rollin' in a golden Tacoma, the shit's stolen If that bitch tell on me, I'ma do a fuckin' drive-by in her colon With my meat, gotta keep it obsolete
shit I got an ounce about to cut it into stones Next stop, Port Arthur, Texas, I work it in the Lones I'm a little nigga on his hustle 'bout to rise
in a fantasy, that's how you cope Go ahead, kick the shit out of me It just fuels the comedy Feel that you're superior, I feel your just plain
a nigga better, stop that shit mama In other words you better watch that shit cause you got that shit The way your ass sit up all on your back Its like
to bang Nigga don't think shit stink, then shit hit the fans So I don't slip, I'ma shit with my gun in my hand It's a thug thing y'all niggas wouldn't
Man like e'rythang fiddin to work out Like dis shit fiddin ta jump 'cause This shit fiddin ta jump like a trapoline I promise you, you feel me [Bo
that shit (that shit) That hardcore rough shit (rough shit) Motherfuckers, blow your horns Then SMASH SUMTHIN, CRASH SUMTHIN If you want that shit
Ha Ha Ha Uh Yeah Yeah While we hit you with another one of them old phenomenal shits Nineteen ninety six that nigga comes through with another
[Havoc] Won't stop 'til the casket drop The shit don't pop, better believe I have that work on the block With my left on the hammer, the other
think shit stink, then shit hit the fans So I don't slip, I'ma shit with my gun in my hand It's a thug thing y'all niggas wouldn't understand and Y'all
And me I'm in a bucket but fuck it, that's how it is, shit I got an ounce about to cut it into stones Next stop: Port Arthur, Texas, I work it in
shit Man listen to this Don't y'all forget the ice man Aight you want somethin' too fool OK Top of the line wine, Carlo Rossi, Carlos Rossi Top
the shit goes down 'Cause we warring All you fucking yellow comets running from the front line If anybody wanna get away hey I'll find your fucking ass
that shit up! (Come on) Take money money! (Come on) Brick City Mashin'! (Come on) Stolen cars! (Come on) Counterfeit bills! (Come on) Freak that shit
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