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used by dopes
Fuck around and get rocked for three notes
And fuck your bitch ass alligators
When I see you on stage, throw out the gauge, my man's dough
pleasure in the Benz-ito
Hittin' fanny, spendin' chips at Manny's
Hope you creeps got receipts, my peeps get dirty like cleats
Run up in your crib, wrap you
pleasure in the Benz-ito
Hittin' fanny, spendin' chips at Manny's
Hope you creeps got receipts, my peeps get dirty like cleats
Run up in your crib, wrap you
blast the cannon 
chipped up, live by morals don't get it mixed up 
Dis what?, millionaire strut, wit the Crist cup 
Switched up, slow goin', gold
[ "Long Version" includes the following INTRO: ]
Yo Rich
How come y'all go ruthless
turn around and try to be positive?
[ D-Loc ]
Look man, people
blast the cannon 
chipped up, live by morals don't get it mixed up 
Dis what?, millionaire strut, wit the Crist cup 
Switched up, slow goin', gold
your not a player then your not in the right spot/ you need to get the fuck out/ and be sure to take the pussy route you little whinning bitch/ before i
retired 

I see you make a little cash and start showing your ass 
You get laced up with jewels your crews acting like fools 
Playing hard rock
of Sicily; under the arm is where the pistol be
Top of your forehead, the kiss'll be
Planted ever so soft and gentle but die viciously
Hours of torture,
mired by sluts
I questionmark your heart, punctuate your fate
All your version predicates 
Done as well as you pronunciate
In the (west)?,we're gonna
Forced into marriage, horse and a carriage
Remember lifespan shorter than average, lady boss flossin her carats
Dreams to get rich and perish in Paris
got some people on our side who won't take your lip
We're gonna do all the things we want to do
You can't stand to see a brother get as rich as you
take your lip
We're gonna do all the things we want to do
You can't stand to see a brother get as rich as you
This is the 90s and we're conin' on strong
of hip-hop
If I see ya disagreeing, you'll be getting your shit dropped
It's extended version, the side you can't fuck with
You'll get the jimmy MC, you're
'til they head get popped off
By the realest MC, and that's ME!
Joe Crack the Don, I came from the streets
Knee deep in the game, other half in
My crib is mean, watchin' a hundred inch screen
Lettin' the shorties slide by once in a while and let 'em dream

They think I've mastered the game
'fore you get
To the rich niggas dang, cause that where them real niggas at!
Matter of fact, just shave when ya get to Georgia nigga.
"Who am I?" I'm left guessing
But if you're a poor man's version of ANYTHING
It is your self-perception

Growing up in a microscopic town prepared me
'til they head get popped off
By the realest MC, and that's ME!
Joe Crack the Don, I came from the streets
Knee deep in the game, other half in
and down virgins
Guess you gotta play street versions of a surgeon
Keep beat bursting, closing down all your curtains
When shit don't go right, gotta
the swagger that'll leave Dakota Fanning

I hope you niggaz over standin', I stay sucker-free
The next king of in the game, you ain't got enough to be
Your
chuck
And I'm fresh off tour with a bitch by the shore
All the liquor get em poured up
You smell the weed in my pours
And I'm fucking all the whores in
nigga, I'm a grown ass man, 
Big shoes to fill nigga, grown ass pants 
Prolly hustled with your pops, go ask your parents 
Its apparent you're staring
up like Bonanza
Catch me in the cut, easy G's is burnin' my gut
As I Remember my menage au trois was mired by sluts
I questionmark your heart,
is lookin back at my life it never seems like I wasted glances
Man it's all a big game, that's why it doesn't mean a thing
That I get money and fame,