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Intro/Chorus: Jay-Z I`m what the game made me Not what the fame made me No amount of money can change me I`m what you lames can`t be Live nigga what? Live as fuck (repeat 2X) Verse One: Jay-Z Check, live from the 7-1-8 Either respect the flow or learn your lesson from your weight I`m wishin arthritis on all writers who, Knock My Hustle How can y`all understand the struggle? It`s hard to live, when you got greedy niggaz in the mix Knowin I outclass three-E niggaz in the six So I outblast til it`s empty clips And I outlast niggaz, survival of the fit One life, I gotta make sure it`s done right Cause them yet to have a conversation bout reincarnation Ball out, until I fall out Stick thick chicks, try to tear they wall out Hard to think about your future with, nothin to gain Hard to concentrate on school with stomach pain Life`s harsh, I know y`all runnin from `caine but it`ll only catch you and track you down With no deal, who you gonna rap to now? Start your own record company, that`s profound Live niggaz gonna rumble when you back from the war Jive niggaz gonna crumble and fall Chorus Verse Two: Memphis Bleek Aiyyo whether in the Pinto, or rollin in the six I come through cocky, holdin my dick I never switch shit, cause that`s some bitch shit I get the Bisquick take it to the district cause I could never get rich, and switch my style I just cop a little hurt, to the mercantile I`m tryin to get it though, rhymin with this six digit flow Gettin fly is the minimal, holdin somethin is the principal Respect this young nigga that`s, holdin the torch Preachin shit like the crack game, don`t take shorts Throw it down it`s a bet, nigga roll hard til you got somethin icey, round your neck In this concrete jungle get rich or remain humble Never speak the biz, at worst I might mumble Niggaz test it I spit guns, angrily Til all that remains is me Chorus (by Memphis Bleek instead of Jay-Z) Verse Three: Sauce Money I went from no dough to show dough to money to blow From umm, hoe I don`t know, to get deez Never, "Excuse me miss," bitch please, never try to provoke Same disrespectful cat I was when I was broke Ain`t nuttin changed baby but the different faces I stop or maybe some of the places I shop Now that I run through tracks like cleets with a Air for some of the hottest beats, still catch me eatin at Pete`s Fuck the foul cat who screamed out and threatened my life It`s all good, here I come kid, dead to the hood til I`m in the dirt, foul cats like termites come out of the woodworks, if they think you stack paper Dead niggaz react later while the cancer spread Teach a team how to scheme before they answer lead You know me, I used to shoot hoops in the park, ain`t nothin changed except now I push Coupe`s in the dark Chorus (Sauce Money instead of Jay-Z)
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