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    Ever since my early teens I've been a loc on these streets
    'Gold is for 24 I go for broke on these streets
    My flow is a young Mike Tyson I put the hit on niggas
    And even when I'm countin off I still spit on niggaz
    No super friends I smoke purple stuff alone in my room
    That cush made me leave my body I was gone in my room
    Mad swangas, to mo no blocks, I switch cars like socks
    Either it's somethin with the roof missin, or a hard white top

    Remember me, I'm the one they laughed at in all my classes
    Now what they spend on a house I blow on designer glasses
    Even without a platinum plaque, this ain't cappin,
    I'm just tellin you what my life like, so this ain't rappin
    Don't you ever tell the captain, that my money ain't right
    I'm a have to pay money, to spray money, cause money ain't right
    No more throwin no bodies, so I can stand on these streets
    I got an army behind me, cause I'm the man on these streets

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    I did some time locked down, but now I'm back on these streets
    Here to save ya'll from all this wack rap on these streets
    I left ya'll with I'm Still Livin, provin I wasn't dead
    If you wonder why I'm out early, my lawyer got his bread
    Much love to my industry homies, who didn't forget about me
    Paul Wall, Pimp C and my partner Flip-eraci

    But since I do business with Rap A Lot the feds watch me
    But I'm like Shaq up under the backboards you can't stop me
    When I was hustlin no police could find a rock near me
    Now that I ain't hustlin they can see all of my rocks clearly
    B S foldas, ava smokas, these are of Joseph
    Known to catch you in the club flee and make women wanna come closer
    Homie don't get it twisted cause you see me on a poster
    You disrespect me, the magnum come out the holsta like it's 'sposed ta

    [? ] man on these streets
    I don't give a fuck cause I'm the man on these streets
    I'm a hitman, whatever I'm aimin at I hit man
    After I hit her she can't stand up without a kickstand
    Not a special kind of fool, just hit her with the mule
    If she find the itch to set me up, I'll hit her with the tool
    I got a daughter to raise, I ain't tryin to leave
    Plus all this money I'm makin you think I ain't tryin to breathe
    Inhale exhale... now that's better
    Over 800, 000 independent now that's chedder

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