07-12-2008, 06:26 PM
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... a sort of licensed troubleshooter.
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Anything by the artificial rap industry would count in my book.
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Now... what yall wanna do?
Wanna be ballers? shot-callers?
Brawlers -- who be dippin in the benz wit the spoilers
On the low from the jake in the taurus
Tryin to get my hands on some grants like horace
Yeah livin the raw deal, three course meals
Spaghetti, fettucini, and veal
But still, everythings real in the field
And what you cant have now, leave in your will
But dont knock me for tryin to bury
Seven zeros, over in rio dijanery
Aint nobodys hero, but I wanna be heard
On your hot 9-7 everyday, thats my word
Swimmin in women wit they own condominiums
Five plus fives, who drive millineums
Its all about the benjamins, what?
I get a fifty pound bag of ooh for the mutts
Five carats on my hands wit the cuts
And swim in european figures
Fuck bein a broke nigga
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