| La-da-da-dah, la-da-da-dah
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| La-da-da-dah, la-da-da-dah
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| (It's what we call money music, right here)
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| (Uh, yeah, let’s go in)
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| I perform in cities, hoods, and slums, the best seller is drugs
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| And money is the only thing that get love
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| They say don’t let it make you, but that’s how they rate you
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| And the more you got, the more they hate you (That's okay too!)
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| Just don’t get in the way, 'cause at the end of the day
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| My agenda’s make sure I get them ends to get paid (uh-huh)
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| So I’m stackin grands 'til the math expand
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| It’s the man with the master plan
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| Since the Bambino, cash made my path cross with evil
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| Uno dos cinco on a crowded corner rollin c-lo
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| To chips and the chick in the casino pourin Cli"
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| 'Cause now I make music for the c-notes
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| From New York to Puerto Rico, California to Rio
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| Hit the streets like the kilo but I’m legal
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| It’s swga like I walk with heat though with all my people
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| But it’s just me and my alter ego
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| I walk these streets, with my mind on my plan
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| It’s alright if you don’t understand
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| I walk these streets, think like I got a gun in my hand
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| 'cause hatin is the nature of man
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| (Sometimes I wanna, stop the cameras, just pop the hammer
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| Box the innocent bystander and his man up)
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| I walk these streets, think like I got a gun in my hand
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| It’s alright if you don’t understand
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| Just stay outta my waaaay
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| MAINOOOOO~!
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| Yo, one for my comrades, two for my family
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| Three for the day that I run into my enemies
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| We gon' make a movie, the world gon' remember me
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| I survived it all dawg, what the hell you tellin me?
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| I remember days when, I was young and aidin
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| Cuttin class, chasin ass, couldn’t pass grades and
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| Chillin on the block then, listenin to Rakim
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| Back of his album filled up with Killer Ben
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| Supreme Magnetic and I wasn’t athletic
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| But I ran around with the Tre-8 Magnetic
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| Money on my mind, crack vials in my Levi’s
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| Been a dog since I had the cream colored Filas (Hahahah!)
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| Yeah, yeah, we fly, seen it all with these eyes
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| Gunplay and drugs if you put my mind on rewind
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| Fast forward my life, ya boy done MADE IT!
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| If I could do it over, I wouldn’t CHANGED IT!
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| (Ay, good lookin out my dude)
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| Aiyyo Maino, it’s the same ol' same ol'
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| Don’t matter if you in it for the fame or you lay low
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| Haters gon' hate but, it’s okay though (Keep doin what you ddo)
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| The angle is make sure the payroll stay swoll
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| Big faces, cake dough and di-nay-ros
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| Rubels, yen yang, euros and pesos
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| Seven digit figures, tryna make more zay-ros
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| Spray holes in whoever in the way so (Stay outta my waaaay)
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| While I count the next bundle (that's right)
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| «All means necessary, «Malcolm X hustle
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| A threat yet humble, about to flex muscle
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| Get a big amount then I’m in and out the next jungle
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| 'Cause every other day, I’m in another state
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| It’s like I cross the thin line between love and hate
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| But I gotta eat, gotta get another plate
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| So I’m on my cake walk for the cake
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| Just stay outta my waaaay…
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| (It's what they do…)
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| Just stay outta my waaaay… |