| I’m two up
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| Well ain’t that right
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| Well it would’ve back then, then you screwed up
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| Well ain’t that right
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| You should know that we were made for this
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| Well ain’t that right
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| The «how it going?», that the way it is
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| Are you in the game, check
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| Strange, check
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| Make the competition take a rain check
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| This, check
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| This, check
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| This ain’t just for the fame, check
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| We don’t roll with no lames, check
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| This, check
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| This, check
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| This, check
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| Ride with us or you ride against us
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| All real niggas in agreement
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| At a certain level of achievement
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| It get difficult for you to decipher who deviant
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| And who only wanna be around when it’s convenient
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| It would seem to me I’m succeeding or either seein' shit
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| Nothin' to better, to regret and nothin' to reason
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| Lost my mind, I lost a lot to stick the dreams, spend
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| A lot of my time tryin' to find what to lead the scenes with
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| Now that them up
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| When you’re workin' get your collatoral up
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| Prestige, esteem, position, my stature is up
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| Two brackets above them breaking but distracted enough
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| Don’t give half of a fuck, were fragile when the gavel is struck
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| By your maggot-bashin' too passionate, I’m 'bout to pull up
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| I’m too radical, flashes of dramatic capital
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| Cut out the lagger, never have me in black and actin' a nut
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| Say what you said again, you 'bout to do what?
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| Nigga I’m
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| I’m two up
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| Well ain’t that right
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| Well it would’ve back then, then you screwed up
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| Well ain’t that right
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| You should know that we were made for this
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| Well ain’t that right
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| The «how it going?», that the way it is
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| Are you in the game, check
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| Strange, check
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| Make the competition take a rain check
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| This, check
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| This, check
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| This ain’t just for the fame, check
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| We don’t roll with no lames, check
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| This, check
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| This, check
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| This, check
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| Ride with us or you ride against us
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| I been a ripper since I begun
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| I set out to demolish rappers, killing niggas for fun
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| So you know that my younger nigga J is a bigger gun
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| 50 caliber rip it outta ya wit' the flip of the tongue, we the ones
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| We the ichiban
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| I make the bitches wanna hit the Don
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| When I’m sickly I’m givin' the stiffy to ditzy blondes
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| Even thicky bronze never do want me wit' dickies on
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| Nigga, Pippi Longstockings was jocking the Jimmy John (Jimmy John’s haha)
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| Speaking of sandwiches I am famished, it can damage shit
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| Jam it 'til every fan of his vanishes in banishment
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| And I get manic with this on cannabis, no panic, its advantage is slammin'
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| amateurs plan ya bitch!
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| Soo Woo’s us (but)
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| Ain’t nobody trippin' and tryna shoot us
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| Wit' the Ruger, I’m not a loser
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| I’m Michael Myers, who the fuck is Jason and Krueger
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| Nigga
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| I’m two up
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| Well ain’t that right
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| Well it would’ve back then, then you screwed up
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| Well ain’t that right
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| You should know that we were made for this
|
| Well ain’t that right
|
| The «how it going?», that the way it is
|
| Are you in the game, check
|
| Strange, check
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| Make the competition take a rain check
|
| This, check
|
| This, check
|
| This ain’t just for the fame, check
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| We don’t roll with no lames, check
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| This, check
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| This, check
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| This, check
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| Ride with us or you ride against us |