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

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

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

I sacks and sip yac
Plus, the Man got my back like a spine
So, why you all up in
Keep the money and the fame 'cause all I really wanna
Is my artistic flavor and control of my

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

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

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

And I'ma get the out their seat
this 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 across sixteen 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 gon'
I seen a million rappers in the Versace suit
Or the same pair of locs, that's probably why broke
And your backstage and your ghetto got revoked

or rappin' what you want to happen?
If I ever come up short you the one I'm jackin'
It's thieves in the area like aircraft
launchin' F-15's and Anti-Wack Maf Machines

Michropone, sittin' on my vocal
Sendin' to the crossroads like Thuggish Ruggish Bone
It's the C O O L I O, I, won't fold
When I'm controllin' my

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