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Yeah... Uh huh... There's a lot of things in this world you got to accept, you Especially... Me! Listenn...
A lot of nigga's... be playing the And I having that shit like prayin' in school I'm keep more two's than true values I know how to use I don't need "how to's" Nigga's don't believe can bleed or bruise That's why solo niggas leave in two's and booze I'll-have nigga's leaking from wounds Ain't no coming home Mom's leasing your room Nigga's will lose grins when it's Lupe and friends And orange juice Timb's in a foregin coupe that swims Now and days.. Emcee's be wildin' and my mic be betta than they whole album They wonda why they can't touch it cause my shit stay over there head - carry on luggage I'd give it to any performer on any budget - the in the I am niggas want nothin' of it
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