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You can try to salt, but I keep my game face on
And the only thing on mind is stalkin' more digits than a telephone
Me and thirty-nine jumpin' out of white Hummer
From Compton, your crew get Dumb and Dumber

Grew up out of low cash like CB fo'
Now I got dough and you got one stands like gangsta, yo
See on the low all gravy
But the threat of new world order is about to drive me crazy

And all you is the Lex and gold Visa
Bomb singles and stackin' chips like Pringles
While my rhymes jack for plaques
Quicker than one time Black's

I twist and sip yac
Plus, the Invisible Man got my back like a
So, why you all up in
Keep the money and the 'cause all I really wanna hold
Is my artistic flavor and of my soul

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Ain't no tellin', most women are still waitin' and
Most of my homies is
In two decades, rap went from Planet to crack rock
Now, got a glock and it don't stop till another brother drop

That's why I poured out a little for the homie Pac
a thin line between love and hate?
A million dollars in the bank and you can't escape
a small world, after all, you're claustrophobic, you can't breathe

So store ball like Christopher Reeve
It's the in you that makes you criticize me
'Cause if you handled your business yo ass would see
Nineteen-ninety-seven is still

And I'ma get the ladies out seat
Like was a car jackin'
They say the is to be sold, not told
You can keep bankroll, I want control of my soul

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My jaws flip sixteen bars like Dominique Dawes
But without no flaws, never a M.C. Law
See, I was wack rappers at the school
When Bruce Lee was scrappin' with Kareem

You got into triple beams and guns, you ain't shoot
I seen a rappers in the same Versace suit
Or the same pair of locs, that's why you're broke
And your backstage and your ghetto pass got

Scrappin' or rappin' you want to happen?
If I ever come up short you the first one I'm
thieves in the area like aircraft carrier's
We're F-15's and Anti-Wack Maf Machines

Michropone, sittin' on my chord
Sendin' busta's to the crossroads like Thuggish Bone
It's the C O O L I O, well I, fold
When I'm controllin' my

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