| Look at the face of the media like you — crazy,
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| You thought I’d fall, I’m sorry dawg ya — crazy,
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| Mirror mirror, on the wall you are — crazy
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| I wonder if it’s still called memory loss,
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| If you can’t remember the last time you lost, aha
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| Yeah,
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| The only time I lose, is when it’s my memory,
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| Haters comin' around here, talkin' about «Remember me?»
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| Naw amnesia, Cham leader apparently,
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| You were just a follower, now I’m about to set a speed,
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| If they can’t keep up, with no one ahead of me,
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| Victory is just, what I said I can achieve,
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| 'Bout to be trouble, you scared? |
| I think you betta leave,
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| Hope you don’t have asthma *ahum*, go head and breathe
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| Yeah, pull out your inhaler,
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| You’re going to have to catch a breath for this one,
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| This the victory lap
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| Yeah,
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| Garage lift up, it’ll create some enemies,
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| Got that «S-S"in the middle of it like Tennessee,
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| Sorry but the Ferarri there, isn’t friend-ly,
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| The engine be runnin' *pvroom*, like it’s scared of keys,
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| If she a freak don’t handcuff her, just let her be,
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| Get your G’s, like five letters after the letter B,
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| Photocopy, couldn’t possibly find a better me,
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| Hot, like two letters after the letter C,
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| In the name of gang, that’s been runnin' the game,
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| Help me explain and tell 'em, Chamillitary mayne
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| I am a hustla, you gotta pay me,
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| No time to sleep, I’m in the streets on the daily,
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| When you a hustla, no bein' lazy,
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| I got it whenever you need it, just page me,
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| Hustla music,
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| Hustla music,
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| Hustla music,
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| I’m hustlin' music,
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| You thinkin', you thinkin' I’ma lose baby,
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| Either you stupid or you gotta be crazy
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| (Crazy)
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| (Crazy)
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| L K: Famous!
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| C: Aha, you ready Famous?
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| L K: Hold up, I gotta take these twenty G’s and take 'em to the bank G,
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| handle up.
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| C: Alright fo' sho, I got it.
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| Yeah!
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| The Hype Williams, to y’all rookies you know that this is,
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| A motion picture so sick, that I call it motion sickness,
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| Jonathan Manyon the manuscript, so hold ya pictures,
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| Just like you posin' for strippers and tryin' show ya riches,
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| Materialistic, I got a lot materials,
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| Um, I gotta lot of… Uhh Chamnesia,
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| I’d probably break up with my own self and go solo,
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| Verses for a promo, oh no
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| I’m a monster,
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| I be cummin' like dicks, no homo,
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| A lil' to gangsta for them flicks, no photos,
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| I’m high like gas, rose sticks and blow dodo,
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| Aha that Texas (shit), fo' shodo,
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| Fresh of the underground circuit,
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| Straight into this overground circus, (clown ass)
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| I’ma do numbers like the lotto,
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| Shoot 'trone straight out the bottle,
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| You not lookin' at a role model,
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| So, I say it one time and one time only, (say it)
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| Not ya buddy, not a pal, or ya homie,
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| You know me I am a hustla, you gotta pay me,
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| No time to sleep, I’m in the streets on the daily,
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| When you a hustla, no bein' lazy,
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| I got it whenever you need it, just page me,
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| Hustla music,
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| Hustla music,
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| Hustla music,
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| I’m hustlin' music,
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| You thinkin', you thinkin' I’ma lose baby,
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| Either you stupid or you gotta be crazy
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| (Crazy)
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| (Crazy)
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| I’m like Bruh Man on the fifth flo',
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| 'Cept I’m comin' in through the front do',
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| I ain’t gotta use the window
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| Let’s go,
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| Now please pass my passport, because of it,
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| I got groupies with longer hair than Cousin It,
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| Brazilian ladies who tell me, «This bra just doesn’t fit»
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| Twins in two rooms, try to make me double dip,
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| Should of known I would win yeah, you thought you had it (what?)
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| Like my cars and my weapon, that is automatic
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| This the part of the horror flick,
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| Where the white lady trips and falls,
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| And me and Famous escape with the millions,
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| Aha!
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| Two heavy weights from the Lone Star State,
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| And if thirty’s the new twenty, I’ve been high since eight, (haha)
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| Me flop, just wait, not turn blue (nigga),
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| Tell 'em that I’m Famous, thought I was a new (nigga),
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| Thought you knew (nigga), when I’m applyin' pressure,
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| The brothers play the back, lookin' like some rhymin' extras,
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| 'Cause I’m the star of the movie, can’t move me,
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| Don’t try either, either,
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| I’ma roast you then +Bake-er+ like Anita,
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| F**k (hot), my records got the feva — stop actin' like a diva,
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| They tellin' Cham how they feelin' me,
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| I’m a Universal asset, ya whole team liability, |
| So I ain’t finna leave, so you ain’t finna breathe,
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| I could cut it up, or keep it cool like the winter breeze,
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| My piece and chain symbolize respect,
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| My mouth piece symbolize a check, yep, (Chamillitary mayne)
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| No kids here, so how you gonna play me?
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| Boy tryin' cash out, so how you gonna pay me?
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| I am a hustla, you gotta pay me,
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| No time to sleep, I’m in the streets on the daily,
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| When you a hustla, no bein' lazy,
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| I got it whenever you need it, just page me,
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| (No time to sleep, I gotta keep goin')
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| The hustla of all hustlas, I’ll sell ya somethin' I borrow,
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| Sell night to the day, and then sell today to tomorrow,
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| (No money, don’t even bother) Got some paper then call her,
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| Call George Bush’s daughter, I’ll sell her Katrina water,
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| (Why?)
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| Just to get at her father, just so they have some evidence,
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| I’m slick enough to take precedence from the president,
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| America’s worse nightmare, is right here,
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| I stay sizzlin' like flares, look up, (*pheerrm*)
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| It’s quite clear, it’s my year 'til I hear,
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| Somebody smoother, then I’m the ruler, I’m like where,
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| Is he at just let me know I’ma bury him,
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| Under the rocks in the bottom of my aquarium,
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| The chances of me losin' this time are very slim,
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| If he was bright, then I’m turnin' him down to very dim,
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| If it ain’t me in the sequel, then there will be no sequel,
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| You know the obvious reason is 'cause there is no equal. |