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Turn my high, high, high, high-er

I'm from the streets the
Hood could swallow a man, follow a man
There's so coke that you could run the slalom
And cops comb the shit top to
They say we are prone to violence, but it's home sweet home
Where personalities crash and chrome chrome
The coke prices up and down like Wall Street homes
But is worse than the Dow Jones your brains are now blown
All over brown Brougham, one slip you are now gone
Welcome to hell you are welcome to sell
But when them come you better return 'em
All scars we 'em, all cars we learn 'em like the back of our hand
We watch for cops out the back of van
Wear a G on my chest, I don't Dapper Dan
This ain't a outfit homes, homes is about it
Was clapping them before I became famous
For playing me y'all shall forever remain
I am

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

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

I ice in the winter, I sell 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 switch
Was born to dictate, never orders
Dickface, get your shit straight, this is Big Jay

Will, not, lose, ever, fucker!