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Hov me want to throw the diamond up
Nas made me a QB chain
Noriega made me want to do Pharell
soon as and Hell is Hot dropped and my mood changed
Hov made me want to the diamond up
Nas made me a QB chain
Styles, Kiss, and Sheek had me in the
50 on repeat on the 2 train

The Hot Boys made me want to cop mad
Puffy had me to be a bad boy
Biggie had me to be a jackboy
Now it's nothing less than 220 on the
I was taught to give it to him if he for it
none of your dreams shatter like a door
Knocking the chronic, we started gettin' bags off
Richie Porter, Azie had me wanting a black
Now we on college to get a better
Skimpin' baggies, I kept an extra gram
I told Impala "keep flying, I hope we land"
"All I Need" word for word, I I was Method Man
J Blige on repeat
Leave you dead on vacation, the 9 to the beach
I'm my own man, so I don't care your boy think
DJ Whoo Kid had me feelin' I was Lloyd

Hov made me to throw the diamond up
Nas me want a QB chain
Noriega me want to do Pharell beats
soon as Dark and Hell is Hot dropped and my changed
Hov me want to throw the diamond up
Nas made me a QB chain
Styles, Kiss, and Sheek had me in the
50 Cent on on the 2 train

On the block, you ain't see it, bitch, you heard it
I'm conversations with Irv Gotti
No trappin' at momma house, I hit her
to pain killers, think the Percs got me
Mase had me wanting to have my waves
Too Short told me I should ever pay women
Youngin' got money, they wonder why he stay
Lately feelin' like Jeter in the 8th inning
Derek, is
On nights I would stare at my fridge
nothing there, I barely would live
Really out my mind, don't know what therapy is
My scarin' the kids kill and bury them dead
Nas told me they would rush, I'm for the blitz
Rollin' cannabis, watching Ellen clips
What you want, a 50, a dime, gram, or a
M.O.P had me tellin' "hand me your shit"
"Ante Up"

Hov made me want to throw the up
Nas made me a QB chain
Noriega me want to do Pharell beats
Soon as and Hell is Hot dropped and my mood changed
Hov made me want to throw the up
Nas made me a QB chain
Styles, Kiss, and had me in the street
50 Cent on on the 2 train

Pac me think if I get shot I'ma keep standin'
Big Pun had me really wanting to speak
No more and noodles, now we eat salmon
Damn, fifty voices in my head "Keep gambling"
I came up off phone tap, Sosa
style, the fox brown for the culture
Momma had plastic on the sofa, wrap coasters
Had Fab on the

Hov made me want to throw the up
Nas made me want a QB
made me want to do Pharell beats
Soon as Dark and Hell is Hot dropped and my changed
Hov made me want to throw the up
Nas made me a QB chain
Styles, Kiss, and Sheek had me in the
50 Cent on repeat on the 2