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I stay on the grind, fuck dope, I make money/
4 my rhymes, when I touch the mic/
I feel like it's Get Rich Or Die Tryin'/
beat you with bars, see us? We hood movie stars/
never touch ours, the only ones who can test/
be 50 or Nas, this rap shit ain't so hard/
I got my back on the wall, homie I hold my own/
the way I roc the mic, I'm a Rolling Stone/
shook the underground and now I'm down the road/
to riches and diamond rings, fuck material things/
all i need is respect as the KING/
7 TECHS and Infared Beams, a dot on your head/
like you a muthafucking Hinduneise!!!!/
Bitch pleez, crips ain't in the studio/
they out on the street, in 2003, i'm the one 2 beat/
watch your BET, you'll see me.....
but after the show, i'm back on the street/
dime sacks under the car seat, packing my heat/
so I can clap wack niggas...TAKE THAT!!!!!!/
+Bang+, fall back you fucking around with a MACK/
i'm like an old Julius, nigga i'm throwing it back!!!!/