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really tough that you
keep the record player going by rubbing two sticks together. And if all else fails, throw
the record away... build your own green
green (it's not easy)
We'll tour new york by submarine (it's not easy)
We'll scuba dive the bronx and queens
It's not easy it's not easy
enemies deceased
Die like a bitch
When my album hit the streets
Niggas Can't C Me

Niggas Can't C Me

The stares of a million pairs of eyes
And you'll never
Cali I get green
In Atlanta I get sleep, in Texas I sip lean
All these rappers wanna know what I'm getting for sixteens
Try 80, want a discount? Blow it
gon tie in
In the bushes they lying, ain't lying that's my word
By the end of the month, they left with them birds
Zoned off that purp, I'm slurring
this"
'Til Run DMC blew my brains to bits

From leather coats to shell toes to the Stan smiths, to Dapper Dan kicks
First million-dollar deal ever in
[Chorus: x8]
This a trap
This ain't no album
This ain't no game
This a trap (trap muzik)

Welcome back to the trap
Niggas back in the trap
and my man Rick got millions of gold albums
(That's a lie) I'm gettin' cold money every day
(You're a liar)
You'll need a wheel barrow for all that shit in
you done heard about these ballers
We puttin' it down 'til ya platinum
Mo Thugs debut, respresentin' the Land we the bomb-ass album
We out, comin' in
And when I'm rollin' by
Niggas Can't see Me

The stares of a million pairs of eyes
And you'll never realize
You can't see Me

Been getten worried that
Cali I get green
In Atlanta I get sleep, in Texas I sip lean
All these rappers wanna know what I'm getting for sixteens
Try 80, want a discount? Blow it
Cali I get green
In Atlanta I get sleep, in Texas I sip lean
All these rappers wanna know what I'm getting for sixteens
Try 80, want a discount? Blow it
pumped on my block, you won't get no sales 
When ya CEO know you can't fuck wit I 
I make a million by June 
I'm saying fuck July 
And I beg you to try
what's going on in your parent's bedrooms 
Sometimes I want to get on T-V and just let loose, 
But can't, but its cool for Tom Green to hump a dead moose
when they pass by
Get mad that I get green, you dealing with the Hulk
I put my anger in the music, nigga this is the result
Did a hundred thousand
can't fuck wit I
I make a million by June I'm sayin fuck July
N I beg you to try me while I'm holdin a tommie
Ima have you're body all ova the lobby
I
see 'cause this game takes time
But see you still havin million dollar dreams and it seems your plots 
And schemes to earn that knot ain't workin
But
All platinum, no good
Every album, million sold
See-m-are will never fold (soooo serious)

(Mack 10)
Gotta bentley coup & 2 range
& my new spotter
Sometimes I want to get on TV and just let loose, but can't,
But it's cool for Tom Green to hump a dead moose
My bum is on your lips, my bum is on your lips
your parent's bedrooms 
Sometimes I want to get on TV and just let loose, but can't, 
But it's cool for Tom Green to hump a dead moose 
My bum is
Sometimes I want to get on TV and just let loose, but can't,
But it's cool for Tom Green to hump a dead moose
My bum is on your lips, my bum is on your lips
bedrooms
Sometimes, I wanna get on T.V. and just let loose, but can't
But it's cool for Tom Green to hump a dead moose
"My bum is on your lips, my bum is
Three passports, Three first class tickets to the money 
Straight flights 

I live by the cold war 
Drove from round the globe 
All I need is
fat rub my belly like Buddha
And make a million spittin' punchlines like Luda

I’m going crazy inside my head
The sun is going black and the sky's
wack, looking at my shoes in my videos

The back of my album cover, and stealing my marketing plan
Like you inventing something new to the company