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  To my motherfuckin man, fifty grand, the alcholic man
  Inject a tall can in his blood stream if he can
  Biggie Smalls, the pussy stroker
  Emcee provoker, the chocolate tah smoker 
  I like to mack in Maximas and Acuras
  Your girl butt cheeks, Im smackin 
  The raw rapper, spot smacker
  Wit the lil hooker on my lap-ah, you know your favorite macker
  A shy nigga, but I aint ya fuckin comforter
  And If I ever fall in love, I bet Im fuckin her
  Ask the hooker, If I didnt jug her
  She try to front, then I put the Chuckii Booker on her
  Bitch, you crazy? Commitments, Im Swayze
  No time for the ill shit
  Mess with the niggas on that real blood spill shit
  My rappin tactics, are drastic
  Stretchin motherfuckers like Mr. Fantastic
  So if you wanna see my Pedigree, you better be
  Filled with energy, niggas never gettin me
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  Big cities and bright lights
  Short days and long nights
  No stress and no strife
  Im high off living the life
  Its clear to see that Im the motherfuckin man, I done learned from the
  Best of em; Took the first slot, niggas still second guessin em
  Hoes, Im undressin em, foes, Im not stresin em
  Outlastin a bunch of em , outflowed the rest of em
  Cuz everyday, I stay preachin on the pulpit
  So tell them haters they could miss me with that bullshit
  But I wont miss, Im Luda, the heat holder
  Im rich, bitch! Ive done more shows than Oprah
  And Im a soldier, ready for whatever
  Roll with a bunch of niggas that dont know no better
  King like Coretta, countin mo cheddar
  Just hired two dykes to be my ho getters
  When it comes to these women, dog, aint no one fuckin wit me
  They runnin back, you think I had TJ Duckett wit me
  Thats cause I throw it like Vick, from the yard line
  Menage a trois, its safe to say Im havin hard times
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  To my nigga Chopper dot, with the whoopty-whop on the block
  Got the heaters cocked, cause I know the suckers on the block
  Hennesey and Belve-D, brings a lot of jealousy
  Nigga stop snitchin, nephew, why you tellin me?
  They say the game aint what it use to be on 
  Used to be a G, but now he just a ho
  Runnin round poitin fingers, tellin names
  You fuckin up the rules to this dirty game, and its a diry shame
  I aint flippin out, thats probably why Im dippin out
  Yall fools trippin out, that why Im on a different route
  Now, makin money, havin clout, whats what its all about
  Twenty seven cars and a tweleve bedroom house
  Now they call me Snoopy Trump
  I keep my heater close, cause I love to bust
  Now hats a stain on a nigga, I bang on a nigga
  Kick rocks and watch how I do my thang, young nigga; Im livin the life!
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   - w/o ab-libs