| Uhhhh, you get what you pay fo'
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| Ain’t no customer service, because I say so
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| These ain’t yours my nigga, these here weigh mo'
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| Hard for the nigga spending the money, that’s who they fo'
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| And I ain’t even talking bout dope
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| If they ain’t talking bout money, then I’m talking bout no
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| Walking fast spaz out, and then I’m walking out slow
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| Leave a witness, so my enemies can talk about Ro
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| I don’t need to do a song with nobody, I do my own thang
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| Y’all getting off at the same exit, I’m in my own lane
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| I ain’t gotta go get the Crips, I am my own gang
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| Another 75 thousand, every time the phone rang
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| Phone never off, it’s always on mayn
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| Nigga want a hook and a verse, that’s twenty zones mayn
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| I hope, Young Jeezy don’t mind
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| Had to make a hook, out of one of his famous punch lines
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| It’s taking too long to lock up, bring it back
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| You were short anyway, so bring a stack
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| Bring a stack, bring a stack, bring a stack, bring a stack
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| Bring a stack, bring a stack, bring-a bring-a bring a stack
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| It’s taking too long to lock up, bring it back
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| I’m the father, of these rapping and singing cats
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| Sound like they moaning, show me where they singing at
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| They trash, I’m not thinking bout thinking bout taking it back
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| Drankin' & Drivin' and Legendary, they banging that
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| I go hard if not harder, than all these other famous acts
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| Ro that ain’t english he speaking, but that’s they favorite track
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| No wonder our kids go crazy, they be everyday with that
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| But if you need that real shit, I can hook it up
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| You thought my cd like it was a bag of coke, and shook it up
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| You should see me in the kitchen, when I cook it up
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| I use nothing but real ingredients, I never whoop it up
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| Last thing I heard, I was the man on these streets
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| Bitch you gotta pay me ten percent, to stand on these streets
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| I hope, Young Jeezy don’t mind
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| Had to make a hook, out of one of his famous punch lines
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| It’s taking too long to lock up, bring it back
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| You were short anyway, so bring a stack
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| Bring a stack, bring a stack, bring a stack, bring a stack
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| Bring a stack, bring a stack, bring-a bring-a bring a stack
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| Listen, it’s a lot of people stuck on my old shit
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| Me I’m on that moving right along, I gotta grow shit
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| 20 years later, they still on that broke shit
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| Me I want the world, and I’m having it homie no shit
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| Fish scale ass rappers, can’t get our people high
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| They just want money, they don’t give a fuck if our people die
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| I know we lazy, I’m just trying to make our people try
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| They thank God for me, but they look at me with a evil eye
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| Lord forgive em, for they know not what they do
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| The haters be like man we don’t be hating, but they do
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| I do my own thang, I don’t give a fuck what they do
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| I can’t save em all, I gotta just let em do what they do
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| I don’t fuck with the police like that, I’m just trying to do some right
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| So when they pull you over, they won’t murder you tonight
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| I hope, Young Jeezy don’t mind
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| Had to make a hook, out of one of his famous punch lines
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| It’s taking too long to lock up, bring it back
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| You were short anyway, so bring a stack
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| Bring a stack, bring a stack, bring a stack, bring a stack
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| Bring a stack, bring a stack, bring-a bring-a bring a stack
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| (*talking*)
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| Z-Ro, King of the motherfucking Ghetto
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| Yeah nigga, in there like swim wear without the chin hair
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| What you worried about what type of tip I’m leaving
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| For the waitress fo' nigga, get your mind on your money
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| And get it off of mine, ya dig
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| Cause I’m in rare form like a bear palm, with a spare arm
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| One Deep Entertainment, chuuch |