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I did it for my dawgs, I did it for my dawgs. [x8]
Oh Lord!
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Hundred in the moola, got more diamonds than a jeweler,
Top down on the car, might be ridin' with a shooter.
Nigga down to do ya, I ain't fuckin' with a curl bar,
Nickle plated Ruger have you
In a box on Worldstar,
Duck, nigga, duck, nigga, duck, nigga, duck, nigga,
Where I'm from you're called a fuck nigga.
Pistol in the freezer, spend a kilo on the Visa,
Courtside sports center,
I can make you a believer.
Everybody goin' broke, keep it real, you gotta fight it,
Hundred kilos in the Bimmer, boy, don't make me get excited,
Couple milli on the neck like I'm tryna get indicted.
Got a mansion, got a yacht, bad bitch and a tiger,
Real niggas takin' over televisions,
Dope boys ridin' in a new set of Benzes.
Hot boy, young boy, still on fire,
What's a death sentence ‘cause we all gotta die!
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[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Sittin' on them M's, mad shit is gettin' realer,
Got my hood lookin' like it's thriller.
Buyin' all these foreigns, I be in and out the dealer,
Just to let my niggas hold on, when they rollin', it could kill ‘em.
And these suckas, I don't feel ‘em, I don't even see ‘em.
I'ma die fly, rest in peace, Aaliyah!
Half my dawgs dead, the rest of them is here,
If all your jewels fake, how the fuck we gon' believe ya?
Said, I did it for my dawgs, did it for my dawgs,
Everybody ridin' till you sit ‘em in the morgue.
Started with a Bonne now I'm sittin' in a Porsche
With the shooters right behind me,
Shit, you lookin at a boss!
Rose gold Rollie on my wrist, flawless,
Hundred bottles, send ‘em to the VIP, ballin.
Basketball leather in the Benz, Spalding,
Y'all niggas talkin', fuck, is y'all retarded?
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[Verse 3: French Montana]
I did it for my dawgs,
Did it for them niggas with a vision like a boss,
Did it for them niggas in the kitchen with the soda,
Now I'm in that white thing, 500 horses for my niggas in the Corvette.
Got price on my head, I'm in a drop top ‘Rari,
Starin at the ceiling when I wake up in the mornin',
My dawg doin life, try to see him ‘fore he hit the coffin.
Play with my paper, run up in your offices,
It's the 012 Ice Cube nigga, with the Raider hat,
A maniac nigga, where the paper at?
Highway to life, need a hundred mill' exit,
Fifty on the wrist, hundred on the necklace.
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[Verse 4: Jadakiss]
Yo, watch who you drinkin' with,
Watch who you smokin' with,
If I put seven in ya face, will I open it?
And I know tomorrow ain't promised
But I hope it is,
Love to get acquainted with you,
Stay and tear the jail up,
Did it for my dawgs so I had to put the bails up.
Get them thangs off so I haven't put the scales up,
Treat you like a pit, get ya ears and ya tail cut,
Choppas still hot, you can hold it for yourself,
Versace, same buckle on the loafers and the belt.
Yeah, the pills is flyin' but the smokers is somethin' else,
If the spot catch fire, the coke will just really melt.
The dough got ‘em bringin' in the broads,
Obvious the flow got ‘em screamin' for the Lord,
If there's money on ya head, what you think is the reward?
I ain't do it for myself, you know who I did it for.
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