Tom: Bb minor
Verse 1
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Uh
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Yeah, yeah, yeah
Verse 2
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Hate it or love it. [x16]
[Spoken: I dedicate this
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to all my enemies
All the motherfuckers who
don't like me
Don't like what I'm
doing [fuck!]
Don't like that I'm getting
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this money
Don't like that I'm back with the
DTP family. Luda, what up?
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Y'all can suck a dick, though
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This your boy, Ching- a- ling
St. Louis to Atlanta, Atlanta to New York,
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New York to Cali. Worldwide!
Verse 3
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You probably want to murder me
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I cut you like it's surgery
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We hold court in the street and
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you committed perjury
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the ambulance can't make this emer gency
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Ur gently and purposely
I'm hurting the competitor who
irking me is gon' be
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Blaze up the purple weed
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The herbal trees give me
the need to work a beat
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Flow so for a hit that I deserve to be
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Just work with me
Holy riders in my circle be
Not no rubber football but
my turf with me
Think of jerking me
Out my dollar bills?
Beat that cat four months ago
And you can hear him holler still
Am I a G?
Certainly. So ain't no murking me
Phony cats be perping, B
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While y'all dames be slurping me
Lurking, we creep at night
Pop on slight and hurt the beast
Nobody know where you at
Verse 4
Tell mama to search the streets
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Hate it or love it. [x16]
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[Spoken: I don't give a fuck if
you niggas don't like me
I don't give a fuck! I don't give a fuck
if you bitches don't like me
Eat a dick, nigga. I wasn't put on this
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Earth for you to like me, man
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I was put on this Earth to get
money. And live my life
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Ha ha! Uh huh
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Don't ask me how my career doing.
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My career doing just fine
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I'm good, man,
I'm good. Just fine without you hypocrites and you critics
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With all that gossip and bullshit.
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Let's go!]
Verse 5
Disrespect the clique, neglect the clique,
the tec'll spit, we wreck this shit
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We rep the strip, y'all dudes broads
- shoulda had breasts and shit
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Confess to this, I'm the next to hit
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still rep what's on my necklace bitch
Bitch! No, I can't cry about the past
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Def Jam on they ass
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Let's get mo' money, real fast,
I'm in first, you still last
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You the worst, I feel bad for you fags
I feel sad that I had to buy
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the new Range
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Cause the Jag got crashed, my bad
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But I don't care, and shit
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Shit, I got rich from saying
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"Right Thurr" and shit
Verse 6
love it. [x16]
[Spoken: Crazy,
ain't it? That's wild, that's wild
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It ain't even like I made the word up,
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nigga, that's how I talk
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Lou. That shit made me a millionaire
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Getting money! That sound kinda cocky?
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So what? Fuck it! Get money!
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Let's get it! But you know these motherfuckers
everyday they always coming up to me asking me
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Aw shit, there they go ask
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ing me questions again.]
Verse 7
and Luda feud?
Today's news,
I ain't in the motherfucking mood
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I get [?] with dudes
this any of us, you getting burned
In which ya' raps I ain't concerned
Got a check for some mill,
I signed off, so it's confirmed
Eh, look, homie, wait your turn
Verse 8
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Hate it or love it. [x16]
[Spoken: As a perm, nigga,
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I'm good! That's straight as hell
making sure y'all good
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Stick your nose outta other
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motherfuckers' business, man
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I'm doing a'ight, my family's
doing a'ight
My homies doing a'ight
Shout out to my niggas locked up!
Even my broads doing a'ight
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On they own! 'Cause I
ain't giving them a dime!
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Not a dime! That sum it
up for you niggas?
Hate me or love me, baby,
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I'm out. Ching- a- ling
Jackpot. [?]
Outro 1
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