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Look here I cant afford to pause
And I do not sleep
Still buying all my drawz up at the Swap Meet
Im making lots of doe
But funny how Ima spend it
I dont need new clothes
Just property with tenants
And I dont know no jokes
Im not about no play
Love for all my folks who poor in South L.A.
Im from the slums of life
Didnt have a pot to put it
Thats why I love this mic and how I got so good at
Bussin all these flows and bussin all these tracks
We gon get some gold get us some platinum plaques
(I heard that)
Money talk I stay fluent with
Busters cant ruin it
Cause we straight doing it big
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Big, huge, monumental
Stretched out four door Continental
Enough for me plus all my kin folk
Thats how we rollin thats how we roll (repeat)
They love when I rhyme
My flow is divine I aint the one ta
Get caught up in this jungle, sometimes it make me wonder
How Wall Street all eat good and my hood hungers
But we making it escaping these snakes like Anaconda
Big, huge through paying our dues
Now Avenue is taking over we aint playing with fools
Or playing with crews
You dudes must have got it confused
Tena Jones paper chasing
Mama need some new shoes
We do it big
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To the homie Mod, Tena
The lineage of Jones
Known for sown seeds, dont get it twisted we break bones
Uproot from homes
Take the cutest turn em into trolls and gnomes
So far fetched, so far gone
The very same blood through them and Grits of course its
And since we share a spirit make sense combine the forces
No time to sort our loses (they shooting)
We rhythmically inclined cataclysmically in time to be defined the bosses
I got a Jones for a hit, so Im swerving the block
On 4th Ave cause I know they got them bricks that rock
My boy MOD hit us off with some heat to speak on
The average M.C. need weed to be gone
Monumental life forms, who twice born
And write poems in clubs making thugs throw forearms
In the dirty, dirty
Mid south, Tennessee,
Nashville, Grits legendary spitters fosheez
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We all just wanna be loved I guess
Yes, thats why I stay until A.M. making hits that ought a be subbed
Ought a be dubbed one of the best
Im ill, every D.J. who real should bang it
This one ought a be clubbed
Love when Im rubbed the wrong way
So some offend me
Dismissed by many, my Christmas spent in the lab
Pen and pad while they sip Cris and Henny
I write these life lessons and spit just whats in me
Be big like Dikembe
Here to Japan is what my plan is
Put money right where my hand is
Ghetto brothas who po can understand this
And folks surviving off just bread and mayonnaise
I be wondering whos uncle Sam is
Cause in South Central L.A. we barely can live
I hand picked my squad only a few in it
Label tried scr*wing it
We survived doing it big
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