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Turn my high, high, high, high-er

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

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

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

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

Will, not, lose, ever, fucker!