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Turn my high, high, high, high-er

I'm the streets where the
Hood could a man, bullets'll follow a man
There's so coke that you could run the slalom
And cops comb the shit top to
They say we are prone to violence, but it's home sweet home
personalities crash and chrome meets chrome
The coke prices up and down it's Wall Street homes
But this is worse than the Dow Jones your are now blown
All that brown Brougham, one slip you are now gone
Welcome to hell where you are welcome to
But when shells come you better return 'em
All scars we 'em, all cars we learn 'em like the back of our hand
We for cops hopping out the back of van
a G on my chest, I don't need Dapper Dan
This ain't a outfit homes, homes is about it
Was clapping flamers before I became famous
For playing me shall forever remain nameless
I am

Sure I do, I tell you the difference between me and
They trying to get they ones, I'm to get them M's
One million, two million, million, four
In just five years, million more
You are now at the forty million boy
I'm Def Jam 'til I'm the hundred million man
R., O., C.

I came this motherfucker a hundred grand strong
to be exact, from grinding G-packs
Put shit in motion ain't no rewinding me back
Could make 40 off a brick but one rhyme could beat
And if somebody would of told 'em that would sell clothing
Heh, not in this lifetime, wasn't in my mind
That's another difference between me and them
Heh, I'm up, open the market up
One million, two million, three million,
In eighteen months, million more
Now add number up with the one I said before
You are now looking at one smart boy
Momma raised no fool
Put me on God's green earth, I'll triple my worth
Motherfucker, I, will, not,

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

Will, not, lose, ever, fucker!