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away
Man down on that court, now he look like Hardaway
If money was a fight, you ain't even tryna fade

We thuggin' like it's legal, bitch, we do this

Just Doggin'

Tha Dogg Pound

Sunset Park

1996

but now you know 



Dogg Pound's in tha house, now in the coupe, Just Doggin 

Dogg Pound's in tha house, now in the coupe, Just Doggin

fake
I gave... yall still play
AND1 on every play no delay 
No feeling
They fade away 
Im on this road of Hardaways 
Yes indeed no pressure 
Ima make

questions, rhetorical
I could give a damn what a nigga think
And niggas talking 'bout clout now?
Like I do this for views, nigga I talk 'bout my life
Peep

Play the villain if i need to seeking vengeance
How the fuck we so vicious
How the fuck we get these missiles
How the fuck im so official

whipping this Caucasian do
Let 80 shoot bullets in the stick tha size of baby Ruth’s
I grew up off loyalty where niggas don’t play by the rules
They just

I️ can give you what you want 
It's okay I️ got it all 
Put u in designer now u lookin like a superstar
We up in this party you dancin tryna get

time 
Be 
The last 
Time 

I never 
Asked why
When
You Last 
Lied 

Already know
You’re fake 

Excuses 

You got
Those 
For days 



We can 
Play it 
How

like Nino
My nina go where we go
Grind mode, better yet this beast mode
Real G's live by the G code
Stay fresh, I fly like eagle
Ball out, big man, Shaq

and light the
Mind
Yo finga press
Rewind
Is it a skill or maybe just
By design
Lets ignore the world and play it
By tha ear
Im talkin no fear I'm talkin slow

you need
To get by
If now for games and hip hop
My heart woulda been stopped
For the love

If the papes come yo yo I won't riff
If they don't come no no

in
They knowing my name
I feel like Tim Hardaway from the rockets
I'm making it rain
Full court press
I'm running the game
Fuck friends
Get bands get

Prhyme

PRhyme

PRhyme

2014

butterflies in his stomach even though he's legit

Now brothers and sisters, they have not stopped
It's about to hit the fan, what is it?
Shit's getting

PRhyme

PRhyme

PRhyme [Instrumental]

2014

butterflies in his stomach even though he's legit

Now brothers and sisters, they have not stopped
It's about to hit the fan, what is it?
Shit's getting deep in

Taken back, shock value that was far from needed
Cold world, found out the hard way
To stay on point like Tim (Hardaway) with the guard-play
Therapeutic,

me, I'm gonna play w u too????) 

Now I'm lit for the summer
Chillin' on the summer, chillin on the beach
Smokin' that loud
Smokin' by the beach,

Zay done married the Glock 
Yeah uk he committed 
That fuck nigga play he put one in his fitted
Was told to go hustle
I got up n did it
Either suit

nah nah
And them killers riding with me scoring like they play soccer, yeah
But now I'm back in
Strapped in
Niggas telling stories we gon' turn em into

know I got it, baby, that's on me
Ballin' with no jumper when I shoot, hittin' all threes
Say she brought a friend including me, now that makes three

down to eat tha box 
She tryna feed ah dog 
But she ah 504 I couldn't eat at all 
Now as I creep by 
Top shotta out that T top 
Niggas watching look what

on the net no more
A lot of em wishing they kept me close
Started poppin they hate me now

I don't play around no more
You want to spend the night better bring

feeling the wave, parting the seas, Tidal my play with the pay
I need me a lady to help cope with all of the pressures you find in this game
I need me

Thought by this time I would find my bride,
Now I'm all alone to my surprise,
Birds in the trap sing McKnight,
Niggas talk all that cap I can't lie,
I been

pull up and im politicking
Like gunna gunna bitch im drippin
You can get up but never play positions
Money and diamonds she say that im swimming
Bently