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Turn my music high, high, high,

I'm the streets where the
Hood could swallow a man, follow a man
so much coke that you could run the slalom
And cops comb the top to bottom
They say that we are prone to violence, but it's home home
Where personalities crash and meets chrome
The coke prices up and like it's Wall Street homes
But this is worse than the Dow your brains are now blown
All over that brown Brougham, one slip you are now
Welcome to hell where you are welcome to
But when them shells come you return 'em
All we earn 'em, all cars 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 need Dapper Dan
ain't a sewn outfit homes, homes is about it
Was clapping them flamers I became famous
For playing me y'all shall forever remain
I am

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

I came into this a hundred grand strong
to be exact, from grinding G-packs
Put this shit in ain't no rewinding me back
make 40 off a brick but one rhyme could beat that
And if somebody would of told 'em that Hov' would sell
Heh, not in this lifetime, in my right mind
That's another difference between me and them
Heh, I'm up, open the market up
One million, two million, million, four
In months, eighty million more
Now add number up with the one I said before
You are now looking at one smart boy
ain't raised no fool
Put me anywhere on God's green earth, triple my worth
Motherfucker, I, will, not,

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

Will, not, lose, ever, fucker!