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Turn my high, high, high, high-er

I'm from the where the
Hood could swallow a man, bullets'll a man
There's so much coke you could run the slalom
And cops the shit top to bottom
They say that we are prone to violence, but it's home home
personalities crash and chrome meets chrome
The coke prices up and down like it's Wall homes
But this is worse than the Dow Jones brains are now blown
All over that brown Brougham, one slip you are now
Welcome to hell you are welcome to sell
But when them shells come you better 'em
All scars we earn 'em, all cars we 'em like the back of our hand
We for cops hopping out the back of van
Wear a G on my chest, I need Dapper Dan
This ain't a sewn outfit homes, is about it
Was clapping them flamers I became famous
For me y'all shall forever remain nameless
I am

Sure I do, I tell you the difference me and them
They trying to get they ones, I'm tryin' to get M's
One million, two million, three million,
In just five years, forty more
You are now looking at the million boy
I'm rapping Def Jam 'til I'm the million man
R., O., C.

I came into this motherfucker a grand strong
Nine to be exact, grinding G-packs
Put this shit in motion ain't no rewinding me
Could make 40 off a but one rhyme could beat that
And if somebody would of 'em that Hov' would sell clothing
Heh, not in this lifetime, wasn't in my mind
That's difference that's between me and them
Heh, I'm smarten up, the market up
One million, two million, three million,
In eighteen months, eighty more
Now add number up with the one I said before
You are now looking at one smart boy
Momma ain't raised no
Put me anywhere on God's green earth, I'll my worth
Motherfucker, I, will, not,

I sell ice in the winter, I fire in hell
I am a hustler baby, I'll sell water to a
I was to get cake, move on and switch states
Cop the Coupe with the roof gone and plates
Was born to dictate, never follow
Dickface, get shit straight, fucker this is Big Jay

Will, not, lose, ever, fucker!