Yeah, ohh<br />
Check me out, look<br />
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It goes love, hate, pleasure and pain<br />
For albums in the can and I'm still in the game<br />
The last album, they don't like me to tell this<br />
Debuted number 1 and sold more records than Elvis<br />
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That's what they tellin' me, switch up your melody<br />
Through with misdemeanors, they tryin' to give rappers felonies<br />
So they can lock us up, one at a time<br />
But true writers stay free in every one of our lines<br />
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And if you not feelin' I'm the cream of the crop<br />
I'll knock rappers off your list 'til I get to the top<br />
Still you lookin' at a man that's financially stable<br />
Only nigga gettin' checks cut from four different labels<br />
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That Pillsbury dough, women poke my guts<br />
Still I walk around the streets like I'm broke as fuck<br />
So if you see me in your town and I appear to be moody<br />
It's 'cause I'm thinkin' 'bout plans that's bigger than Serena booty<br />
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Me and Shaka still starvin' and lookin' for meals<br />
And heads up, Ludacris is almost out of his deal<br />
I'm over ten million sold, every album is crack<br />
And for now, I'm 'bout to carry Def Jam on my back<br />
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Mad rappers, I hear you talkin' way down at the bottom<br />
Though I make big money, still handle small problems<br />
The ramblin' at the mouth, I don't play that shit<br />
I'm the best and I ain't really gotta say that shit