[Intro]
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Uhh…
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Uhh, yeah
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Wont stop niggas
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“Somehow the rap game remind me of the crack game”
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Jigga! Feel me!
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Pa-pause, told ya motherfuckers, told ya
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“See that rap shit is really just like sellin smoke”
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Uhh, Roc-A-Fella
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Geyeah
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[Verse 1]
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We treat this rap shit just like, handlin weight
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What they want we give it to em, what they abandon we take
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Hit a rapper with consignment, let him know its at stake
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Put his ass in the studio, let him cook up a cake
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When its hot, get on my money spot in every state
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Like the Wiz and Camelot, the mom-and-pops is the gate
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But first we scope shit, advertise in every area
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Let the fiends know hey, we got some dope shit
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Gon need a middle man, so we look to radio
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Let em test the product, give em a promo show
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Just a breeze, not enough to catch a real vibe
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Then we drop a maxi single and charge em two for five
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Aint tryin to, kill em at first just, buildin clientele
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So when the album drops the first weeks its on sale
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But when demand grows its time to expand yo
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You dont want no garbage papi, its ten grand per blow, fo sho
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[Chorus]
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“Somehow the rap game reminds me of the crack game”
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“See that rap shit is really just like sellin smoke”
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“Somehow the rap game reminds me of the crack game”
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“See that rap shit is really just like sellin smoke”
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“Somehow the rap game reminds me of the crack game”
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“See that rap shit is really just like sellin smoke”
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[Verse 2]
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Ge-ge-geyeah
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I got that uncut raw to make a fiends body jerk
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Got your whole block now, pumpin my work
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My CDs is like keys for you Willies who
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Like to floss my cassette tapes in sixty-twos
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And my singles like gems, you know the treys
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Get you high for a while, but the, high dont stay
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You need another fix, you better cop these last two bricks
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‘Cause when this shit flip, Ima get on some other shit
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Never pitchin for a label, Jiggas the hook-up
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You know my shit is fishscale, yall niggas is cook up
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Just blow up, scream my name from Brooklyn to Da-kota
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They know my shit stretch without the bakin soda
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Went from an eighth, to a quarter, to a half a key
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Prioritys work wasnt right so I switched factories
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Now Im the new nigga, who figured Id get the game locked
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Now watch how the prices of your cocaine drop, papa
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[Chorus]
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“Somehow the rap game reminds me of the crack game”
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“See that rap shit is really just like sellin smoke”
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“Somehow the rap game reminds me of the crack game”
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“See that rap shit is really just like sellin smoke”
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“Somehow the rap game reminds me of the crack game”
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“See that rap shit is really just like sellin smoke”
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“Somehow the rap game reminds me of the crack game”
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“See that rap shit is really just like sellin smoke”
