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Turn my music high, high, high,

I'm from the streets the
could swallow a man, bullets'll follow a man
There's so much that you could run the slalom
And cops comb the shit top to
They say that we are prone to violence, but it's home sweet
personalities crash and chrome meets chrome
The coke up and down like it's Wall Street homes
But this is worse than the Dow Jones your are now blown
All over brown Brougham, one slip you are now gone
to hell where you are welcome to sell
But when them come you better return 'em
All scars we earn 'em, all we learn 'em like the back of our hand
We for cops hopping out the back of van
Wear a G on my chest, I don't need Dan
ain't a sewn outfit homes, homes is about it
Was clapping them flamers before I famous
For playing me y'all shall remain nameless
I am

Sure I do, I you the difference between me and them
trying to get they ones, I'm tryin' to get them M's
One million, two million, three million,
In just years, forty million more
You are now looking at the forty boy
I'm rapping Def Jam 'til I'm the hundred man
R., O., C.

I came into this motherfucker a hundred grand
Nine to be exact, grinding G-packs
Put this shit in motion no rewinding me back
Could 40 off a brick but one rhyme could beat that
And if somebody would of 'em that Hov' would sell clothing
Heh, not in this lifetime, wasn't in my mind
another difference that's between me and them
Heh, I'm up, open the market up
One million, two million, three million,
In eighteen months, eighty more
Now add that number up with the one I said
You are now at one smart black boy
Momma raised no fool
Put me anywhere on God's green earth, I'll triple my
Motherfucker, I, will, not,

I ice in the winter, I sell fire in hell
I am a baby, I'll sell water to a well
I was born to get cake, on and switch states
Cop the Coupe the roof gone and switch plates
Was to dictate, never follow orders
Dickface, get your straight, fucker this is Big Jay

Will, not, lose, ever, fucker!