| Nigga, what you need to do is say fuck them raps
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| See the money makin' is on the ave
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| The money makers' on the ave, and they be gettin' dough
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| While I was tryna rap, nigga they was sellin' blow
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| The fiends was on the ave, and they was needin' coke
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| Dollar dollar dollar bill, you know how the game go
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| Growin' up sellin' crack was a yellow brick road
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| To the dollar dollar bills, dollar dollar bills
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| Meet me on the ave, and we can get the dough
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| And we can get the dough, and we can get the cash, the cash, the cash
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| Fantasizing on chart climbin', I ignored the drug lords allure
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| Adored colorful walls adorned with graffiti texts
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| On Didge’s steps I damn near slept
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| Fillin' my notepad with future hits
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| Hearin' the city breathe a killer’s breath, I wept
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| Smudgin' up lines, my tears daily defying stress
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| 'Cause on them same steps for hours, with dealers
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| Who quit school to pitch powder, get rich, respect, power
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| Not in that order but surely somethin' that’s similar
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| Finish my algebra, kiss mum, pick my pen back up
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| Get lost in thought like Nasir past the margin
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| Shook hands with too many ghosts now in the coffin
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| Sad but how it be often, fiends starvin'
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| Knew too many willin' to feed 'em to Hell’s demons
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| And they say that Hell would all be a big dream and
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| Fuck them raps! |
| wanna get this dough?
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| The money makers' on the ave, and they be gettin' dough
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| While I was tryna rap, nigga they was sellin' blow
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| The fiends was on the ave, and they was needin' coke
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| Dollar dollar dollar bill, you know how the game go
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| Growin' up sellin' crack was a yellow brick road
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| To the dollar dollar bills, dollar dollar bills
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| Meet me on the ave, and we can get the dough
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| And we can get the dough, and we can get the cash, the cash, the cash
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| It’s gettin' that much clearer every day
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| They wantin' what you hear but what you hearin’s never played
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| So you could get a chair, wait in there till it change
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| Or you could hit the flair, hit the air and get your lane
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| Young’n get your pay, kickin' sixteens don’t do it
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| I mean it did but this seesaw music
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| Is so yesterday, so sketched and traced
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| Honestly, shit is borderline next to gay
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| Cause when the records stop sellin' and the stores start closin'
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| And the landlord waitin' in the corners wide open
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| Huh, fuck an option, it’s whoever is coppin'
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| Tryna hold onto a dream but can’t lock it
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| You could play with the bass, fuck around with the treble
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| Or you could play with the bass and turn powder to pebble
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| Front if you want, we all see the truth in the clouds
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| But what am I sayin? |
| I’m standin in the booth right now, fuck it
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| The money makers' on the ave, and they be gettin' dough
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| While I was tryna rap, nigga they was sellin' blow
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| The fiends was on the ave, and they was needin' coke
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| Dollar dollar dollar bill, you know how the game go
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| Growin' up sellin' crack was a yellow brick road
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| To the dollar dollar bills, dollar dollar bills
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| Meet me on the ave, and we can get the dough
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| And we can get the dough, and we can get the cash, the cash, the cash
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| They used to tell me to chill
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| You ain’t gon' pay bills tryin' to be the next Will
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| 'Fresh Prince' Smith, but if you stretch this
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| You’ll get a quicker meal than a record deal and still
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| Keep your ties to the block, you ain’t signing to Roc
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| Diddy ain’t gon' pop into your hood and change your life
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| Make shit all good, like shit ain’t fucked up
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| On our streets, so to eat we keep
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| Them goods in the projects, it’s all economics
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| You disagree? |
| God bless, wish you the best
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| But you from Law-town Mass, who gon' listen to Reks?
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| They ain’t searchin' for American Idols in black hoodies
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| And doo rags, it’s logic, you should be on the ave
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| Cause we be getting dough so fuck all of them raps
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| Pick a piece of pavement near the curb and pitch crack
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| Yep, it’s like that, real recognize real
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| For the dollar dollar bills
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| The money makers' on the ave, and they be gettin' dough
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| While I was tryna rap, nigga they was sellin' blow
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| The fiends was on the ave, and they was needin' coke
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| Dollar dollar dollar bill, you know how the game go
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| Growin' up sellin' crack was a yellow brick road
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| To the dollar dollar bills, dollar dollar bills
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| Meet me on the ave, and we can get the dough
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| And we can get the dough, and we can get the cash, the cash, the cash |