Tonart: D minor•
Intro 1
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Verse 1
'Lac scooped out for the streets
This is how a nigga rolls,
selling quarter kis
Draped up in gold,
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Mister Man's living his life right
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Pushing zones by the dozens
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Check it. Yo, drugs by the pound,
[?] to fill a room
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Mister Man got it going on,
bumping Ice Cube
Then Miss Elaine crossed the front street
But Mister Man ain't paid no mind; he's on
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his way up to the dump street
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He got his workers on a time slot
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And Mister Man don't take
no shorts
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So all them workers fight to
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they got the block sewed
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It's like a city under siege,
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But not the city under siege
that the laws run
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The city under siege where the niggas
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Ain't nothing popping but a
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comeup for the whole crew
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Here comes Elaine with the
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Ya hide your lip in Mister Man
"Yo, what's up, black?"
But Mister Man wasn't
going for none of that
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Huh, yo where's my money at that you stole,
bitch
Ya best to give it up or catch
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a dose of this nine grip
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"Yo, Mister Man, why you tripping?"
Mister Man ain't tripping,
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but ay I want my money or catch a ass whooping
Bitch, what the fuck you think that
I work for?
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My money, so give my shit up smooth,
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Cause I'mma make this one a mandatory
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I gave you work, and now you're coming
back to me singing them sad stories
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You must be smoking on the shit,
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But I'm a G to the game. Mister Man,
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pure dope, no cut
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Due to his age, Mister
Verse 2
Man's growing
old to the dope game, huh
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So pass the title down
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Your baby boy can hold his weight, pops
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All he needs is trust and a little bit of
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ammo for them stageouts
Cause niggas gonna check him like a G
Put him to the test, and if he fails,
then he's a wannabe
But baby boy peeped the
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game smooth
Learning from his pops,
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baby boy's coming up cool
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With six down, four to go, pushing up on ten,
baby boy felt the nerve to buy a ELCO
Scooped out, sitting couped
Three- wheel motion for the 'draulics plus
a plushed out sunroof
But in the midst, he caught a short stop
At 2: 15, he lost his pops
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And baby boy took it hard, too
He wants to know who pulled the trigger
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and the spot that they was going to
Go to Saint Paul, yeah
A city of money- making niggas
breaking niggas off
He's in the mix,
and it ain't nothing nice
I think that daddy's only
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son should think about it twice
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Yeah, now tell me how it is, kid
It's best to walk away than be
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a memory like your daddy is
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Cause I'mma tell you how it comes
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Your daddy played the game,
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so take the good with the bad, son
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I know it hurt to lose your pops
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But pops knew first that time
was shady on his time clock
That's why he gave it up to you
And pops moved on, so it's time for
you to handle your business, duke
So suck it up,
and handle shit right
Cause daddy laid the path,
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so you gotta give the path light
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And be aggressive when you step,
tote your gat with ya
Cause niggas they gon' wanna
start some static with ya
Just play the game how
the game goes
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And be for real, cause you could be the next with your eyes
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