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