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Turn my music high, high, high,

I'm from the streets the
Hood swallow a man, bullets'll follow a man
There's so much coke you could run the slalom
And cops the shit top to bottom
They say that we are prone to violence, but it's home sweet
Where personalities crash and chrome chrome
The coke prices up and down like Wall Street homes
But this is worse the Dow Jones your brains are now blown
All over that brown Brougham, one you are now gone
Welcome to hell you are welcome to sell
But when them shells you better return 'em
All scars we earn 'em, all cars we '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 Dapper Dan
This ain't a sewn outfit homes, is about it
Was clapping them flamers before I famous
For playing me y'all shall forever remain
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, million, four
In just years, forty million more
You are now at the forty million boy
I'm rapping Def Jam 'til I'm the million man
R., O., C.

I came into this a hundred grand strong
Nine to be exact, from G-packs
Put shit in motion ain't no rewinding me back
Could make 40 off a but one rhyme could beat that
And if would of told 'em that Hov' would sell clothing
Heh, not in this lifetime, in my right mind
That's another that's between me and them
Heh, I'm smarten up, open the up
One million, two million, million, four
In eighteen months, eighty million
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, I'll triple my
Motherfucker, I, will, not,

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

Will, not, lose, ever, fucker!