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at me I do for my culture To let 'em know what a look like, when a nigga in a roaster Show 'em how to move in a room full of Industry it need to be taken over Label owners me I'm raisin the status quo up I'm over chargin' niggas for what did to the cold crush Pay us you owe us for all the years that you hoed us We can talk, but money talks so mo' bucks
Hov' is back, stories told through rap actin' like I sold you crack Like I told you sell No, did that So hopefully you won't have to go that I was raised in the projects, and rats Smokers out back, sellin' they sofa Lookouts on the corner, on the Ave. in the window, focused on the kinfolk Me a lamp post, why I got my hand closed? in my palm, watchin' the long arm of the law So you I seen it all before I hoop dreams 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 can I say about dude, I gets busy
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