BUILDING BLUEPRINT
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- Yo, fuck all the glamours and glitz, I plan to get rich
- I'm from New York and never was a fan of the Knicks
- And I'm all about expandin' my chips
- You mad 'cause I was in the van with your bitch with both hands on her tits
- Corleone hold the throne, that you know in your heart
- I got style, plus the way that I be flowin' is sharp
- A while back I used to hustle, sellin' blow in the park
- Countin' G stacks and rockin' ice that glow in the dark
- Forever hottie huntin', trigger temper, I'm quick to body somethin'
- You lookin' at me like I'm probably frontin'
- I fuck around and throw three in your chest and flee to my rest
- I'm older and smarter, this is me at my best
- I stopped hangin' around y'all
- 'Cause niggas like you be prayin' on my downfall, hopin' I flop
- Hopin' I stop, you probably even hope I get locked
- Or be on the street corner with a pipe, smokin' the rock
- I got more riches than you, fuck more bitches than you
- Only thing I haven't got is more stitches than you
- Fuckin' punk, you ain't a leader, what? Nobody followed you
- You was never shit, your mother should've swallowed you (Mmm, woo)
- You on some tag along, flunky yes man shit
- Do me a favor: please get off the next man dick
- And if you think I can't fuck with whoever, put your money up
- Put your jewels up, no, fuck it, put your honey up
- Put your raggedy house up, nigga, or shut your mouth up
- Before I buck lead and make a lot of bloodshed
- Turn your tux red, I'm far from broke, got enough bread
- And mad hoes, ask Beavis, I get nothin' but head
- My game is vicious and cruel, fuckin' chicks is a rule
- If my girl think I'm loyal, then that bitch is a fool
- How come you can listen to my first album
- And tell where a lot of niggas got their whole style from? (Yeah)
- So what you actin' for? You ain't half as raw, you need to practice more
- Somebody tell this nigga somethin' 'fore I crack his jaw
- You runnin' with boys, I'm runnin' with men, I'ma be rippin' the mics until I'm a hundred and ten
- Have y'all niggas like, "Dammit, this nigga done done it again"
- I throw slugs at idiots, no love for city cops
- I sport a pretty watch, eight hunnid and fifty rocks
- I'm makin' wonderful figures, I don't fuck with none of you niggas
- I might pull out this gun on you niggas and rob every last one of you niggas
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