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Intro 1
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Yeah
Gangsta
Verse 1
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Tell me all my children fore I come through is
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the hood in the buildin'(yes)
You won't believe what I'm dealing this west coast shit,
oh what a feelin' (ahhhh)
Niggaz think I'm drug dealin' 'cause I rolled
out with no muthafuckin' sealing (none)
Is he worth a hundred million no need to ask Ice
Cube how I'm livin' (I'm living loc)
I still got the recipe,
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South Central L.A. is the pedigree
Don't try to tell me what it better be,
I have your ass up in physical therapy
I outlaw like a Cherokee,
the industry tried to bury me
But if I die on a mike of a leraby I'm so heavy
you bitches couldn't carry me
Verse 2
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[Chorus:] Get money spend
money no money,
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lookin' like a dummy (I really don't give a fuck)
Your money ain't my fucking money got a pocket
full of money (c'mon homie throw it up)
Get money spend money no money,
lookin' like a dummy (I really don't give a fuck)
Your money ain't my fucking money got a pocket
full of money (c'mon homie throw it up)
Verse 3
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I don't accept no disrespect only
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thing I expect is self check
Just grin and bare it,
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got an ass whooping that your ass don't wan na inherit
Most rappers are parrots,
they say what they told to say to get a neck fool of carrots
Got your momma embarrassed,
how long before they callin' us terrorists nigga- I'm serious (I)
Keep it gangsta but I keeps a job cause it's,
hard to sleep when you steal and rob (and ya)
Got to run cause here comes the blob cause,
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Uncle Sam is like part of the Mobb
Break your self he'll take your wealth don't
get it twisted u a muthafuckin' elf
And Santa Claus will go for self all you got is your
Interlude 1
balls and your health
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Verse 4
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[Chorus:] Niggaz brag about
what they got,
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but we don't own a skyscraper, now that's paypa
One generation from slums,
happy for these little crumb...you little bums
We saw you pull up but nigga shut up (Shut up),
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you always talk about a fuckin' car or truck
You always talkin' 'bout some fuckin' rims on
terrior, that kinda shit will keep an ass inferior
I'm tryina eat tomorro, not tryina hear
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bout the little bitty shit u ball
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Saw your little bitty house on cribs,
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where you fuck your wife and feed your kids (uhuhh)
Nigga be quiet ain't shit private,
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everything for sail you can buy it
All this self snitchin', all this self tellin' muthafuckas going back to the
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watermelon
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[Chorus: Repeat 3X]
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