| This part of my show right here we call this «finish the sentence»
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| I’m a start it, you finish it
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| «If I could share a double cup, I would share it with…»
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| R.I.P to Pimp, to this day Pimp C fan for life
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| I was a UGK kid
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| I’ve been through hell and back, chasing heaven on earth
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| Put my all in this shit for whatever it’s worth
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| A nigga play about mine, leave you dead in a hearse
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| Two hundred dash on this bitch, hundred clip in a vert
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| Got the money comin' in each way
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| Real nigga, keep a pistol for a keepsake
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| I’ve been that boy, that what the streets say
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| I’m balling, every play I make is worthy of a replay
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| This is how it go and how it is
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| My mind locked in, I stand rich steady stacking, watching grown men act like
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| kids
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| Laughing while these rappers yapping, I know they ain’t with the biz
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| Road to the riches, ask niggas what’s the hold up
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| Half pint sitting in a two-liter, poured up
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| Twenty chains on a nigga neck, got me glowed up
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| Where you niggas from, any answer get a «so what»
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| Crooked
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| I don’t give a fuck about hip-hop cause I ain’t made none of that shit
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| You niggas been sayin' we wasn’t real hip-hop from the beginning of time
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| They say we wasn’t real hip-hop cause we don’t have no backpack
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| Out there motherfuckers tell you something for so long let you know they don’t
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| want you
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| Know what I’m saying?
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| After a while a nigga don’t want to be down to bitch-ass niggas no more
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| It’s me and mine over you and yours
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| I’m getting mine, give a fuck with what what you doing with yours
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| This the type of flow to pay the bill off
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| This the type of flow a young nigga made a mil' off
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| That G shit be what my niggas get a thrill off
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| Fuck all of the phonies and the frauds, I’m a real boss
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| Talking about cash, I’m a do the whole dash
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| Hop right off in that European monster then it peels off
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| We don’t fuck with sucker niggas like they five-o
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| I can snatch bitch with my eyes closed
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| If she ask me for money, tell her «bye, no»
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| Still jump off in that pussy from the top row
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| I’m the motherfuckin' man, fuck a nigga sayin'
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| Throw off a nigga plans, I’m a get to sprayin'
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| Hit the corner with the rap it in saran
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| I never bitch about the cards, I just play the hands
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| Get your mind on your shit, you can have some too
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| But you got to come down here and buy you some bitch
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| I’m talking about straight business man
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| I know they don’t like me
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| They be all on the internet talking about the Pimp
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| You know what though, bitch?
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| Till you put your real motherfuckin' address and phone number on that shit
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| You ain’t sayin' nothing nigga, hidin' behind them e-mail address
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| You a hoe
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| Lookin' like a walking, talking brick nigga
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| Ten chains, tell your bitch take a pic nigga
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| I go walking in any club and take a pic nigga
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| I’ve been on five for a while, living lit nigga
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| I’m just trying to get rich, take a risk nigga
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| Ball like Kobe, codeine OD out my piss nigga
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| I hate a trip, I pop 'em quicker than a zit nigga
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| Fuck your favorite rapper, bet I knock him off the list nigga
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| Me and my bro gon' fuck the hoes and yell switch nigga
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| I’m 'bout that dope, 'bout that cheese, leave you Swiss nigga
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| S-G-O-D-B or dig a ditch nigga
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| It’s a motherfuckin' gang not a clique nigga
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| I’m the motherfuckin' truth, game sucker proof
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| Mardi Gras beads for the coupe with the missing roof
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| Sipping on that juice, get the loot, what you nigga do?
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| Top floor where the guap gave the boy a different view
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| Bitch ass niggas, well guess what?
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| We ain’t real hip-hop down here nigga
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| Nigga stay up there where you at
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| With your funny ass cars and funny ass houses nigga
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| We down here have everything nigga
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| I’ve been driving Cadillacs since I was fifteen years old bitch
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| Get your mind on your shit, know what I’m talking about?
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| For real and I ain’t mad at nobody cause you know what?
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| The real rappers that gettin' money ain’t hating
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| But you know who cryin'? |
| Them bitch-ass niggas that can’t sell no records man
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| They cryin' cause they can’t sell no records right now
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| You niggas friendly as a box of puppies |