One for the money, yes sir, two for the A of years ago on Headland and Delowe Was the start of something Where me and my nigga rode the Marta, the hood Just tryna that hook up, now everyday we looked up at the ceiling Watching ceiling fans go 'round, tryna that feeling Off instrumentals, had my and plus my paper We caught the 86 Lithonia headed to Writing rhymes, tryna our spot off in that light Light off in that spot, knowing we could rock Doing the 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 one-two niggas in the Cadillac They us, went from Player's Ball to ballers Putting the South up on the map was like Little Rock to Niggas say mothafuck that playing, paying, we staying laying vocals Locales done made it with them big boys up in this "OutKast, yeah, niggas, they making big noise" Over a sold to this day, niggas they take it lightly '96 gon' be that year that all y'all haters can bite me, I'm out this bitch
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in the day, when I was younger, hunger Looking to me belly with that Rally's bullshit Pull shit off, like it was to be pulled Full as a tick, I was stoned like them boys Smoking them white girls, them blunts, got crunk, chunky asses Passes getting thrown Hail Mary's, and they looking like Halle Berry's So so fine, intertwined, but we ain't 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 brother James, thangs changed in the Where I live at, them rats know, "Momma I want to But momma I want to trick, and I'm sucking dick now" We on up in the world like elevators Me and the crew, we pimps '82, me and you like Tony Toni Tone (Like this, Point and we gone)
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Got stopped at the mall the other day, heard a call the other way That I just came from, some nigga was saying something, talking Smoke something "Hey man, you me from school?" "No not really" But he kept smiling like a clown, facial expression silly And he kept asking me, "What kinda car you I know you paid I y'all got beaucoup of hoes from all them songs that y'all done made" And I replied I had been going through the same things that he had True, I've got 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 move your feet then I don't eat, so we like neck-to-neck Yes, we done come a long way them slim-ass cigarettes From Virginia, this ain't gon' stop, so we just gon'
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