One for the money, yes sir, two for the A couple of years ago on Headland and Was the start of good Where me and my nigga rode the Marta, through the tryna find that hook up, now everyday we looked up at the ceiling Watching fans go 'round, tryna catch that feeling Off instrumentals, had my pencil and plus my We caught the 86 Lithonia headed to Writing rhymes, tryna find our off in that light Light off in spot, knowing that we could rock the hole in the wall clubs, this shit here must stop, like "Freeze!" We making the crowd move, but we not no G's, and that's a no-no
Check it, a one-two, a dope niggas in the Cadillac They us, went from Player's Ball to ballers Putting the South up on the map was like Little to banging Niggas say mothafuck that playing, they paying, we laying vocals Locales done it with them big boys up in this industry "OutKast, yeah, niggas, they making big noise" a million sold to this day, niggas they take it lightly '96 gon' be that year all y'all playa haters can bite me, I'm out this bitch
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Back in the day, when I was younger, Looking to fill me with that Rally's bullshit Pull shit off, like it was to be pulled Full as a tick, I was like them white boys Smoking them white girls, before blunts, got crunk, chunky asses Passes getting thrown like Hail Mary's, and looking like Halle Berry's So so fine, intertwined, but we sipping wine We's just chilling, I'm the villain, and I'm so high freely, me, Lil B, Reek, Mone and Shug And my little brother James, thangs changed in the Where I live at, rats know, "Momma I want to sing But I want to trick, and momma I'm sucking dick now" We moving on up in the world elevators Me and the crew, we pimps like '82, me and you like Tony Tone (Like this, East and we gone)
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Got stopped at the mall the day, heard a call from the other way I just came from, some nigga was saying something, talking 'bout Smoke something "Hey man, you me from school?" "No not really" But he kept smiling a clown, facial expression looking silly And he kept asking me, "What kinda car you drive? I you paid I know y'all got beaucoup of hoes from all them songs that done made" And I replied that I had been going through the things that he had True, I've got more fans than the average man, but not enough loot to me To the end of the week, I live by the beat, you live check-to-check If you don't move your then I don't eat, so we like neck-to-neck Yes, we done come a long way like them slim-ass From Virginia, this ain't gon' stop, so we gon' continue
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