| Weigh a Buck 50, weigh a Buck 50
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| It comes and goes, it comes and goes
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| (Fraudulent friends get the boot in the end)
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| Weigh a Buck 50, weigh a Buck 50
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| It comes and goes, it comes and goes
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| (Fraudulent friends get the boot in the end)
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| Weigh a Buck 50, weigh a Buck 50
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| It comes and goes, it comes and goes
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| (Fraudulent friends get the boot, the boot)
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| Theoretic, dietetics oppose my genetics
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| They can’t comprehend, they romp in sin
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| Coming from within, I don’t hold a grudge when they judge
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| It’s crass, sometimes I come in first, sometimes I come in last
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| But I guess that’s a part of life, in the heart of strife
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| Shoot ellipses cause eclipses on the sandy shores
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| From the ghetto to the meadow I hope people hear and let go
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| Of the thing that’s oppressive, stop being possessive
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| Unleash it, it can’t be enslaved in the grave
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| So pave the way and disperse the curse
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| Of perversed ancestry who didn’t care for morals
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| I know I have ancestry who didn’t care for morals
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| So slide, glide to freedom of foolish pride
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| 150's shifty, let the joy inside
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| Purity is callin' your name (hello)
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| So ya answer, ya answer, ya answer, ya answer
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| Weigh a Buck 50, Weigh a Buck 50
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| Those who remain hold the strains of the fickle
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| Weigh a Buck 50, Weigh a Buck 50
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| Four quarters, four dimes, and oh yeah, two nickels
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| …like Don Rickles
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| Weigh a Buck 50, weigh a Buck 50
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| It comes and goes, it comes and goes
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| (Fraudulent friends get the boot in the end)
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| Weigh a Buck 50, weigh a Buck 50
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| It comes and goes, it comes and goes
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| (Fraudulent friends get the boot in the end)
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| Weigh a Buck 50, weigh a Buck 50
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| It comes and goes, it comes and goes
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| Down like Brandy yea you wanna be, tryna see
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| If Bone got game with deceased presidents
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| It’s evident I live by the funk of poverty
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| When I’m dunked cause my situations deep knee
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| I’m up to my boots in applications
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| Eliminating advocates who are threats
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| I gets meticulous administrating friendships
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| So none slip through my fingertips in the process
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| So I suggest an open eye when you sleep
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| Peek-a-boo I see you phony boo-boos
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| Word on the street: Gotee got the beats
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| And since I been down I seem to never come around
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| Too big for my britches, the snitches
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| Got mo' stories than G’s on the block hittin' switches
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| So take a whiff sniff hey this kid’s shifty
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| Fittin' the descriptive weight of one fifty
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| Weigh a Buck 50, Weigh a Buck 50
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| Those who remain we tight like Gladys' Pips
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| Weigh a Buck 50, Weigh a Buck 50
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| Four quarters, four dimes, and oh yeah, two hollow tips
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| …and fat lips
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| Weigh a Buck 50, weigh a Buck 50
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| It comes and goes, it comes and goes
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| (Fraudulent friends get the boot in the end)
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| Weigh a Buck 50, weigh a Buck 50
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| It comes and goes, it comes and goes
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| (Fraudulent friends get the boot in the end)
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| Weigh a Buck 50, weigh a Buck 50
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| It comes and goes, it comes and goes
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| (Fraudulent friends get the boot, the boot)
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| Weigh a Buck 50, weigh a Buck 50
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| It comes and goes, it comes and goes
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| (Fraudulent friends get the boot in the end)
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| Weigh a Buck 50, weigh a Buck 50
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| It comes and goes, it comes and goes
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| (Fraudulent friends get the boot in the end)
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| Weigh a Buck 50, weigh a Buck 50
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| It comes and goes, it comes and goes
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| (Fraudulent friends get the boot, the boot) |