[DJ Paul:]
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Put the needle on the record mayne... Put this shit together
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for my boy Project man... Nah... nah... here we go... some mo'
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gangsta motherf*ckin' shit man... it's goin' down know what I'm
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talkin' 'bout? Hypnotize Minds... yeah!
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Yeah... I need for all my real motherf*ckin' money makers in the
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motherf*ckin' house... to reach in yo' motherf*ckin' pocket... and
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pull out a stack!... and hold that motherf*cker high as you can in the
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air... and then I need you to walk over to one of them haters and
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throw it in his motherf*ckin' face 'cause he need it mo' than you do...
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Now get on yo' knees and pick that shit up!... Pick it up BITCH!
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[Chorus: x2]
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You see me in this new car, this what money do
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You see me shinin' like a star, this what money do
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I left the club wit'cha broad, this what money do
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This what money do, get you some hater
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[Verse 1:]
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I'm flickin' on you snakes, I got wood, leather stitchin'
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Clothes stickin', 'cause ya ridin' bucket, cloth seats itchin'
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Couldn't get me, saw it in the clouds, like my nigga Rickey
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Mr. James, all these superfreaks, out here tryna get me
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Wanna hit me, wanna say, they done been 'round the truth
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In ya bed, or the booth, I'm the ghetto Dr. Ruth
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When I do, step on out, moonlight, hit the Range
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Pretty jewels they attract broads, like shiny thangs
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When I came, to ya hood, I was new face, in the place
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Game spitter from the North, so ya wanna catch a case
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'Cause ya see me holl'in' at 'cha ex-girl, don't 'cha?
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Murder charge for a broad who don't even want 'cha
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[Chorus]
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[Bridge: DJ Paul]
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Throw a stack in his face! It ain't nothin' but some money
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Throw a stack in his face! It ain't nothin' but some money
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Throw a stack in his face! It ain't nothin' but some money
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Throw a stack in his face! It ain't nothin' but some money
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[Verse 2:]
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You suckers crazy, so y'all out here pushin' daisies
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Over Daisy, she was on some purple hazey
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Had the baby, year later on my income
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Tax, so a nigga could receive mo' income
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Been one, I'mma rent some, of this game out
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Gift of gab, talk you by the slab wit' no thang out
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Hangin' stout broads, 'round my arms, decoration
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These punks give me dap, same time playa hation
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Erasin', you lamers, hatin' got'cha famous
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Confronted by the broad, got shot in ya anus
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Heinous, heard they took the slugs out'cha dookie roll
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Gun powder and the blood burn in ya bootyhole
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3:]
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I was screamin' "Don't Save Her," was you, listenin'?
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Kept, twinkle on my gold teeth, so I'm glistenin'
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When I open up my mouth, these gals, lookin' in
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Hear the words that I speak, then go and tell her friend
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Dog, all over freaks, boys goin' to the pen
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Or the grave, real early, hollow shutters check 'em in
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Wanna fight, my nigga, wanna shoot, my nigga
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Talk ya gal out her cap, when ya loot my nigga
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Do you, my nigga, fall in love wit' these tramps
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Goin' raw, on her, and she did the whole Camp?
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But you rest havin' that, knowin' that, she'll go
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Lickin' balls, suckin' cat, knees burnt from the flo'
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[Chorus]
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[Bridge x2: DJ Paul]
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[music to fade]
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