The Price

Tony Yayo

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    Gpg
    I'm baaaaaccccck

    I said the price of the fame
    Got a price on my head
    This is for my homies doin life in the feds
    I keep that dope money in the bed
    I got that 4-10 by my head

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    2010 shit, global green mans said
    Time for a change so my strap i'l make mans sick
    I gotta habit for that sour and them big arms
    Them fuckin rats got the tarp like pig farms
    My life is too fast i wished it moved in slow motion
    Haters wanna see me ashy with no perry lotion
    But i'm heavy smoking, on the g4
    I made enough money, but i need more
    The art of war keep your enemies close
    Keep your friends far away keep your strap in your coat
    And my shooters run around like a massive cult
    You wanna dance with the devil colt barrells on your throat

    Uh
    Call the coroner his body ain't corresponding
    Recession jack boys eating any niggaz shining
    Bin laden k make the whole street run
    Let off it look like the t-shirt gun
    Cocaine gangbang hoes deepthroat
    You ain't got that gang then you usain bolt
    Now you wonder why my heart cold
    I'm cryin over dary and albert with my blunt rolled
    Little homie tell me what our future look like
    Can you tell me what a shooter look like
    Everybody screamin obama
    But every hood that i go to it's more drama
    Yeaaaaa

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