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(Intro) Doap |
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Ay' Crew...that's ma word |
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Yo I almost ain't make it here |
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(We here that) It's been a long time comin' |
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The niggas that bet against me |
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Tell 'em what they tickets are |
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That's word |
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[Doap Nixon] |
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Uh, get it, get it, then you make move |
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But the option of making it work is what you choose |
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Betta flip it, flip it, then you betta take it in |
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Stretch it, stretch it, turn it into cake |
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Betta step ya hustle game up wit a clear head |
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And getcha eyes checked cuz these niggas do steal bread |
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The love of money will make da Pope act funny |
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Cuz when you hungry feel that pain in your tummy |
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So I did it for self, moved at my own pace |
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Record Labels shut the door on my face |
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I'm tryna to focus-focus, betta get a bigga whip |
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Whole family is on stage when a nigga spit |
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Front row dudes peep outta nigga jewels' |
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Mommy right there is a stallion I'm tryna to get her thru |
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You think it's all about gettin' this cash flow |
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I'm tryna to find a way to get around on these assholes |
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They wanna play you, burn you souffle you |
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Hesitate to pay you, push back your debut |
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I'm tryna to make it thru the week broke |
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Spittin' for A&R's in clouded whips of weed smoke |
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Loco-loco, son gon' crazy |
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Shawty wanna a nigga wit cash go get 'em baby |
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Tryna to juggle shawty and a hustle |
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Rap career plus addiction to a substance |
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It's gettin' ill I ain't seeing no progress |
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Light shut off I gotta crash at the God's rest |
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Wakin' up on the couch no book on my lap |
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Need a good jux just to get back but small problem |
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When you in the hood wit drama |
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Niggas put a price on your wig like Osama |
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I had to get on a route that was all about spittin' heavy |
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Gettin' feddy, plus movin' out |
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Hold up, yo, I know you ain't just say... |
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"When you in the hood wit drama |
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Niggas put a price on your wig like Osama" |
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C'mon Doap, you serious kid? |
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Ay' Crew bring it back to these niggas |
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[Doap Nixon] |
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Paz hit me, Planet been wit me |
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ATOP kept it real and stayed wit me |
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Shows in Poughkeepsie, niggas doin' it |
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Use to be scared to fell but now I'm thru wit it |
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Still gon' shit on a nigga no matter who he wit |
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Still got that thing in the box wit the ruger clips |
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Now these shawty's askin' me to make it rain on 'em |
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I'm laughin' at these jawns pourin' champagne on 'em |
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And that's the life that I live and I ain't talkin' rap |
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I'm hearin' dudes runnin' they mouth we bout to call 'em back |
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Broke their interviews, whatcha readin' magazines |
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It's my time fuckaz, I'm bout to wipe suckaz clean |
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What's the rumors all these people countin' Kenny Cash |
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If I go broke? Wifey can call Planet and Vinnie Paz |
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Plus my brother Reef, Mad gon' be a star |
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Tell the God meet me at the bar, bring a hundred large |
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Don't believe the hype, God bout to blow it there |
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My left hook give you a real reason to hold ya head |
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Kamachi on the low, heard God blue wit dred |
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Crypt and Syze doin' them, matchin' whips - blue and red |
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I feel da time is perfect, Pharaohs gave me a purpose |
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Last deal was a circus, now I know how to work it |
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The kid you gotta love 'em, forest green Gucci buckets |
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Groupies on tour, we bet stacks on who gon' fuck 'em |
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Right now my name is heavy, option for any move |
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Deadline for the album depends on Kenny's mood |
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Nobody knows the future but I can call the present |
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My spare time I'm wit Divine quotin' all my lessons |
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Y'all really think y'all know me but look 'Behind the Music' |
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And y'all gon' see the bullshit that's behind this music |
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(Outro) Doap |
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What niggas!!! I'm here |
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Y'all niggas that ain't eatin' wit me step up from the table |
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Y'all done eatin' |
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ATOP what! Stoupe bangaz |
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I gotchu daddy, Crew Cut that's my dawg right there |
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Sour Diesel |