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Man, bitches come and go, every nigga pimpin know
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You saying it's secret, but you ain't gotta keep it on the low
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Bitch choose with me, I'll have you stripping in the street
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Put my other hoes down, you get your ass beat
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Now Nik my bottom bitch, she always come up with my bread
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The last nigga she was with put stitches in her head
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Get your hoe out of pocket, I'll put a charge on a bitch
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Cause I need 4 TVs and AMGs for the six
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Hoe make a pimp rich, I ain't paying bitch
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Catch a date, suck a dick, shiiit, TRICK
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[Chorus]
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Yeah, in Hollywoood they say there's no b'ness like show b'ness
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In the hood they say, there's no b'ness like hoe b'ness ya know
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They say I talk a lil fast, but if you listen a lil faster
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I ain't got to slow down for you to catch up, BITCH/n[Lloyd Banks]
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Man we gotta go get something to eat man
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I'm hungry as a motherfucker
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[50 Cent]
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Ay yo man, damn what's taking homie so long son?
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[Lloyd Banks]
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50, calm down, here he come
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[9 Shots]
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[Banks and 50]
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Ahh, ohh, what the fuck!?
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[50 Cent]
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Ahh! son, pull up! pull up!
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[Intro: 50 Cent - singing]
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Many men, wish death upon me
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Blood in my eye dawg and I can't see
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I'm trying to be what I'm destined to be
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And niggaz trying to take my life away
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I put a hole in nigga for fucking with me
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My back on the wall, now you gon' see
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Better watch how you talk, when you talk about me
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Cause I'll come and take your life away
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Many men, many, many, many, many men
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Wish death upon me
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Lord I don't cry no more
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Don't look to the sky no more
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Have mercy on me
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[Verse One]
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Now these pussy niggaz putting money on my head
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Go on and get your refund motherfucker, I ain't dead
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I'm the diamond in the dirt, that ain't been found
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I'm the underground king and I ain't been crowned
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When I rhyme, something special happen every time
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I'm the greatest, something like Ali in his prime
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I walk the block with the bundles
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I've been knocked on the humble
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Swing the ox when I rumble
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Show your ass what my gun do
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Got a temper nigga, go'head, lose your head
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Turn your back on me, get clapped and lose your legs
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I walk around gun on waist, chip on my shoulder
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Till I bust a clip in your face, pussy, this beef ain't over
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[Chorus - singing]
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Many men, many, many, many, many men
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Wish death upon me
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Lord I don't cry no more
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Don't look to the sky no more
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Have mercy on me
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Have mercy on my soul
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Somewhere my heart turned cold
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Have mercy on many men
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Many, many, many, many men
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Wish death upon me
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[Verse Two]
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Sunny days wouldn't be special, if it wasn't for rain
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Joy wouldn't feel so good, if it wasn't for pain
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Death gotta be easy, 'cause life is hard
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It'll leave you physically, mentally, and emotionally scarred
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This if for my niggaz on the block, twisting trees and cigars
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For the niggaz on lock, doing life behind bars
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I don't see only god can judge me, 'cause I see things clear
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Quick these crackers will give my black ass a hundred years
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I'm like Paulie in Goodfellas, you can call me the Don
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Like Malcolm by any means, with my gun in my palm
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Slim switched sides on me, let niggaz ride on me
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I thought we was cool, why you want me to die homie?
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[Chorus]
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[Verse Three]
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Every night I talk to god, but he don't say nothing back
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I know he protecting me, but I still stay with my gat
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In my nightmares, niggaz keep pulling techs on me
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Psych says some bitch dumb, put a hex on me
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The feds didn't know much, when Pac got shot
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I got a kite from the pens that told me, Tuck got knocked
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I ain't gonna spell it out for you motherfuckers all the time
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Are you illiterate nigga? You can't read between the lines
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In the bible it says, what goes around, comes around
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Almost shot me, three weeks later he got shot down
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Now it's clear that I'm here, for a real reason
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'Cause he got hit like I got hit, but he ain't fucking breathing
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[Chorus]/nYeah...
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Uh huh
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So seductive
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I'll take you to the candy shop
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I'll let you lick the lollypop
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Go 'head girl don't you stop
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Keep going 'til you hit the spot
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