| Amongst the Chicago area, beyond the universe
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| Is have to be a must, C’mon
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| Got to keep it real baby party all night
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| You spill a drink on me baby that’s all right
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| How should you be in the V.I.P., and the
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| Think of all the nights you can creep out with me
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| See I’m about leasin' real estates
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| Ball with the heavyweights, tryin' to get a bad ho
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| Lease up in every state, some on the estimate
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| Motherfuckers calculate, then to straight ass shake
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| Thugs hyperventilate, bounce for me baby, baby, show me, show me love
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| For it’s 'bout the love of money, motherfucker stay in the club
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| Cause all my nigga’s fresh out start back
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| I fold em' up murda baby right back
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| Shit, ya’ll in the Benz’s, ho’s love us
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| If you not wit' the flow, hoes ride wit' us
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| My nigga Chas' tol' me never let em' see you sweat
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| Never let em' see you wet
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| Never let em' call your bet
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| Sex for a rival, look for some 5−0
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| Watch those kinve’o’s, just anaylze yo'
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| Nigga’s for the 5−0, bus' those thugs on the flo'
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| With my eyes closed, motherfuckers wha' ha!
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| You’d be lookin' fine, and so sexy and all that
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| Threw away my pillow when I slept wit' my gal
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| Bounce for me baby shake yo' ass like that
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| Remember us 96', po' see a cadillac
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| Ya’ll stressin' now, while we’re tryin' to handle that
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| Louie 13, hell yeah, sippin' that, only ones to shine
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| (???) with 2 plaques, we be sangin' dame’s, top that
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| Diamonds 'round my wrists goin' blin', blin', blin'
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| Money at the bank goin' ting', ting', ting'
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| Love or die be, put a rock on my fing'
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| Make the average (???) make a hummin' bird sing
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| Ya’ll let me, let me, let me who?
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| Show a chick som' paper tell me what she wan' do
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| I could flip a jack, make a nigga go ooo…
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| You can get yo' girls, I can with my own crew, wha'
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| All my thugs don’t count, you in the club bouncin'
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| He goin' make yo' habit go from a dub to an ounce
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| This do or die link put em' on the same shit
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| Nigga pull drama, I’m gonna cock an' spit
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| We tryin' to take the city, the block ain’t shit
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| North pole niggas get cold as the game get
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| I’m official, that means I pull it down with no cabbage, (no cabbage)
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| Open up shop with no status, (no status)
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| It’s my time to spit it, and make the world right
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| It’s my time to shine, like ya’ll girls said
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| It’s my turn to whip niggas, and have niggas Cross have it, look
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| Keep it for 3 months and I’m gon' let ya’ll by, yeah, right now
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| I’m lookin' for somethin' it’s probably gonna be it, hey Ma
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| QP’s the baddest, yo' sex, remind’s the status, me V.I.P
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| You need, to holla at us
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| Would you ride for me baby?
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| Would you bus' some slugs in them nigga’s?
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| Heey, pump, pump, pump, pump, and ya’ll niggas don’t want to duck
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| Lemme bump that shit for ya', who make them hits for ya'
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| And when you down and out, I’m goin' make them knicks for ya'
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| All my niggas paper chase, paper chase
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| And when them motherfuckers roll up in yo' face
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| You can catch a case, catch a case, so I just stay home niggas
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| I’ve got a phone niggas, roll when I blow nigga, hittin' other cities
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| Then I’m runnin' through the toll niggas, partner we die young
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| Wil’in out, no doubt, have fun, V.I.P., pop guns, and I drop bombs
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| But I, told ya’ll motherfuckers just to come
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| And anything in my perimeter I bomb |