| Look, I don’t preach, but I do teach
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| MY little homies in the hood how to outreach
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| And how to move your mouth piece cause
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| A closed mouth never get invited to the feast
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| I enlighten the streets, give them a chance
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| At the same time give them new rhythms to dance
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| To, my black people, we not equal
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| Ain’t nothing sweet in the street when they stopping you
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| Know the reason I’m pulling over and seeing the sirens
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| Ask me where I been but listen that’s my biz
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| My formula stays call and cool
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| Cause if I, break fool and put my hand on my tool
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| I’m going to jail for real for attempt to murder
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| Police is shootin' niggas on sight now, word up
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| Think they all drinkin' syrup so they got excuses
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| Putting bullets in your back, bullet shot in your gooses
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| But, I keep it moving like a highway
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| My way’ll get the job done, call it Formula 1
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| Cause hey, hey
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| It’s the formula, the formula (8X)
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| The formula, stay true never tell
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| Some of my dudes throwin' they best friends in jail
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| (Formula) Stay productive never lazy
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| I fucks with the haze ire, but that’s ok with me
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| (Formula) To make it happen when your broke
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| Cause when your hear fix ya face, I’ll slide the gold
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| (The Formula) How to reap what you sow
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| How to chief whatchu grow while your beats just blow
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| (The Formula) Need another lesson I’mma give it to you
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| Uh, uh… that’s how I did it to you
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| (The Formula) I break it down, by the uh, by the pound
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| So, uh, stick around, it’s the Formula
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| It’s the formula, the formula (8X) |