And hoes was scared of me because my tape was too rough
 "Well slow it down"
 Hell  no! I ain't slowing down shit
 It's 94 so you hoes better get used to this lick
 You know what I'm saying  motherfuckers try to front on the Blank
 Soon as they think I got paid  smoke a blunt with the Blank
 Then we get high  so high that they think I don't notice
 But only if they knew, that's the only way I could focus
 Hip hop blues, I'm still paying dues undercover
 But they don't see the times a motherfucker gotta suffer
 Pawning all of my shit and I couldn't afford to get it back
 But still made hits 'cause Dope ain't charged me nothing for the tracks
 Cool, much respect due, I see you fool
 Motherfuckers don't appreciate the shit that you and Egypt do
 Women around Houston seem to think we rich
 Because every time they see me I'm rolling with a different bitch
 I got a tape, true enough, it's jamming, G
 But I had more shit back in the day when I was slanging D
 So how the hell you gonna say you was down from the git
 When you weren't there when I was making this shit

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 Working late nights in the studio, busting my ass crack
 Busting my ass crack, where was your ass at?

 Hell, yeah, I bust my ass trying to make this
 And I'll be damned if I let a nigga take this
 'Cause it's all about respect and never giving up
 But a lot of artists these days just don't give a fuck
 I seen them come and go, straight to the top and drop
 Way back when Just Ice used to wreck shop
 And what I don't understand to this very day is
 How'd all this white shit ever make it on the play list, shit
 I dig ditches for bitches that wanna ride dick
 Now everybody's jocking, trying to be my sidekick
 Holding they hand out, trying to get a hand out
 But when they stand out I wear they fucking ass out
 Man, I don't owe that nigga shit
 If I got something to give you, I'ma give it to you
 You ain't got to rob my dick to get it
 And what's this shit I heard about the Blank smoking crack?
 Nigga, I'm six four, 260 solid, so squash that
 The suicide attempt is true, if I may say
 I can't explain, I just felt like dying that day
 But motherfuckers stick they nose where it don't belong
 And got the nerve to want to be on my fucking song
 Trying to be down, but can't accept the fact that he fired
 Get off my dick, nigga, I'm tired

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 Nine to five, ten to three, eleven to six
 around the clock clowns
 trying to mix this shit down
 I've been up for three days and still pushing it
 My girl talk crazy, but fuck her 'cause she's full of shit
 It's all about money, I got to get paid
 If I don't make it in this game I got to get the 12 guage
 And all I'ma have to say is I tried to
 Not only my dreams died, I lost my pride, too
 So I'ma reincarnate the old Point Blank
 Put this damn mic down and start slanging weight
 Because I knew a lot of niggas in the game
 And I still know a lot of niggas who want to do this damn thing
 Klondike Kat told me to hold on
 While Vice Grip and Alcatraz was ready to get they bone on
 David D was kind of scared, but I don't blame him
 He was expecting another child and wanted to be there to name him
 PSK, what can I say about this niggero
 Always talk crazy, but down with the Blanksta though
 But Dope E and Egypt E, I'm speachless
 Much love for y'all fools, and I mean this
 K Rude and all my boys up in TDC
 I'd rather you stick a knife in me than forget me
 Yo, I can't forget Bigtyme and Eddie C
 MC Bone and Will up in Atlanta, G
 And for the rest of y'all fools I know some of y'all care
 But face the facts, you weren't there
 Player, when I was

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