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now and it's cold when your lonely And Nathan's growin up so quick he's gonna know that your phony And Hailie's gettin so big now; you should see her
reminice on the stress I caused, it was hell Huggin on my mama from a jail cell And who'd think in elementary? Heeey! I see the penitentiary, one day And
take the kid and scram I'm having bad thoughts, don't like how dark it's getting man From the time I wake up and get dressed I get stressed, and hardly
gold, so before you smack lip stick and try to talk shit I'll tell you now the battle's over and the joint is lit so quit All hell breaks loose and it
Verse 1: Ja Rule) First off the snitch and that identity he claim Fuck Dre partial, and emineim Plus the world heard it before, they tired of them And
a pill and makin them pay them bills For another nigga kid cell phone car and crib He payin for the dinner for him her and all her friends And when he
a hit nigga Hot mother fucker down to the skit nigga Game over playa and nigga ya scored low Hit me later young and I'm at the award show Bank account ten digits and
Hit the yack threw your head back The big time is what you wanted The devil put the strap in your palm And now you got it And you shot it Chorus
a silk robe and it's from Siam This jam's for the hoods and thugs Pimps and hoes, the slingers of drugs Hustlers and thieves, cons and crooks Bookers and
in effect gettin big respect Then I collect big checks 1's, 5's, 10's and 20's A 100 g's and I'm pullin honeys Left and right, day and night You gotta
a night, call it a night And I run this, and y'all know that I take the purple and pour that All in a Sprite, all in a Sprite [Kid Cudi] Getting mine
, we'll cop a place we can bunk And meet my boy in the mornin' For details and hook-up You better count your money Ghetto cowboy Rise and shine, good
style you got is all mine And when I see you, bitch, I'm going in your pockets double time And it's like that, you don't want that Come and get some
