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that"
Then he get mad and wanna scrap
We stay mad about, ten minutes then it's like back on the bike
To play hide and go get it with the younger hoes by

do this shit by myself
You can go I will say farewell
I’ll get dressed up in my dresser
Then go out to be a rebel
Yuh, I'm rebellious
You get really

It's a shame the game has died in such a fit
Real G's replaced by some kids who mumble shit
Wanna smash em in their face and snap their wrists
So

everybody wanna talk bout Street shit
Miss me wit it
Petty thieves looking for penny Pensions
This ain’t the hardest shit I wrote
My killas got it off

Mark of the Beats
Let me start this off right by saying game is like credit
Without the confusing scores or consumer reports to mess with
If yours is

when shit goes sour

It used to be bout the respect, the money, and the power
Now it's more about the fame, things just ain't the same
Nowadays, they

money tuck shit...
these rappers know 8 potential threat
Bill collection like Essential debt
Cash in hand or credentials check
But With all the hate is

where the money?
He buy a pack, I flip it same day
Double it back, I’m ridin’ with Tray
Talk to me crazy, know he gone spray
I’m chasing a bag don’t get

a felon
I just call it like I see it , and Im peeping game
Popo got behind me threw the stick right by the turning lane
Little Popz been off the chain , Im

grab my crotch
Cause I'm bout to pull up with the fucking glock 
And I don't really give a fuck about my fucking nots 
Don't try and fix me up

I see on the daily
Never letting hard times change me
Days I was in the crib feeling angry
Bout nothing
Head full of substance, stomach need something

I'm just waitin for the muhfucking beat drop
So I can let my heat rock
Spit fire on the beat box
Hear the fucking beat knock?
Yeah we bout to have

problems too
And I’m getting money now, what it mean to you?
They gone assume that I’m happy
That stands true when I’m rapping
My mood change when I’m not
I

to pick the phone up and you'd come right over
And it's funny how I trusted you, your lies got colder
I go stupid crazy 'bout my baby, loco
You was wearing

The supernova, started between the ears
Though the space it felt got tighter by the hour.
And if you say too much, will you get the idea?
Or will you

Never found a way to take off in my city
Letter to my landlord, I'm moving in 60
Headed to The Bronx with the sauce in the hooptie
You're 'bout

Riding thru the 8 like damn thats my city
New whip new tape man I feel like 50, uh
But a nigga won't gun me down
No Kanye or Jay but I run this town
Spent

I live by the 3 G's
Shit you better catch up
God the Government Game
Now my money bout to pile up
I'm hurting the game you bastards
The hatred is so

all catch'em by surprise
I was saucin'down til we up then we all rise
Money comin'in my pocket Lamborghini drive
I ain't worried bout these sh** trap

the
So young I wasn’t worried bout money
Can we get some popcorn?
Say less
It didn’t matter this was out on VHS
Walked in, that experience was top ten
Mom

Causing states of disarry
Where every hypocrite can sway 'bout
Every single headline
If it's immoral, it's for money
If recorded, just a funny daily

the limit, still ridin’ in the Jeep
Had a white one, then I got it blacked out
Had a little bitty then she had to act out
Now I’m riding dirty by myself in

by the meter
Hit the roscoes on sunset, we bout to meet up

Look at these hundreds, aw damn
Look how I'm stunting, aw man
Look at these numbers callin'

bitch I’m humming
We got money counters, ain’t no thumbing
Just left the trap cause they was coming
I heard you sold your soul for a hundred
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