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at me I do this for my To let 'em know what a nigga look like, a nigga in a roaster 'em how to move in a room full of vultures Industry shady it to be taken over Label owners hate me I'm the status quo up I'm over niggas for what they did to the cold crush Pay us like you owe us for all the years you hoed us We can talk, but money talks so talk mo'
Hov' is back, life stories through rap Niggas actin' I sold you crack Like I told you drugs No, did that So you won't have to go through that I was raised in the projects, and rats out back, sellin' they mama's sofa Lookouts on the corner, on the Ave. Ladies in the window, on the kinfolk Me under a lamp post, why I got my hand in my palm, watchin' the long arm of the law So you know I it all before I seen hoop deflate like a true fiend's weight To try and to fail, the two I hate Succeed in this rap game, the two things great H to the Izz-o, V to the What else can I say dude, I gets busy
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