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(beeper)\nFuck the middle man, we got the chill for cheaper (cheaper)\nBallin ass niggas got a choke hold on the game (where you take em)\nLet me take you down memory lane\n\n(Andre Nickatina)\nMan I take you way back, to tik toks and to jax and new Jackson who dat\nMan got the goin on the cutty\nAnd blowin up you beeper bitch, just to get my money\nThen hit the state fair with about 6 or 7 buddies\nYou stay inside on task force Tuesdays,\nSo what you don't sell dope, don't make this april fools day\nThis is the town of bedrock and cook rocks and new gats and who dat\nThey got a lock on the crack sack\nThen baby girl starts screamin, where the Macs at\nAs soon as they came out, the broke bitch steps back\nThe fat laces in Adidas was religion\nAnd Las Vegas nights taught us all about sinnin'\nI let the weed burn, had to let the wheels turn\nGotta live well, groomed straight to the orbit room\nNobody dare had job applications\nIts three o'clock and gotta hit Nation's, memory 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sit on my fuckin ass\n  I had to get that cash\n  Make that money pile\n  Build up my brand (what else?)\n  And boost up my profile\n  Made it out the game\n  Smellin' like a rose\n  From the bottom to the top\n  But im steppin on people's toes\n  Blast off, higher than the moon\n  Been a hustler, since I came out the womb\n  (biach!)\n\n  Rolex on my left hand, they blowing up my beeper (beeper)\n  Fuck the middle man, we got the chill for cheaper (cheaper)\n  Ballin ass niggas got a choke hold on the game (on the game)\n  Let me take you down memory lane (memory lane)\n  Rolex on my left hand, they blowing up my beeper (beeper)\n  Fuck the middle man, we got the chill for cheaper (cheaper)\n  Ballin ass niggas got a choke hold on the game (where you take em)\n  Let me take you down memory lane\n\n  (Andre Nickatina)\n  Man I take you way back, to tik toks and to jax and new Jackson who dat\n  Man got the goin on the cutty\n  And blowin up you beeper bitch, just to get my money\n  Then hit the state fair with about 6 or 7 buddies\n  You stay inside on task force Tuesdays,\n  So what you don't sell dope, don't make this april fools day\n  This is the town of bedrock and cook rocks and new gats and who dat\n  They got a lock on the crack sack\n  Then baby girl starts screamin, where the Macs at\n  As soon as they came out, the broke bitch steps back\n  The fat laces in Adidas was religion\n  And Las Vegas nights taught us all about sinnin'\n  I let the weed burn, had to let the wheels turn\n  Gotta live well, groomed straight to the orbit room\n  Nobody dare had job applications\n  Its three o'clock and gotta hit Nation's, memory lane\n\n  Rolex on my left hand, they blowing up my beeper (beeper)\n  Fuck the middle man, we got the chill for cheaper (cheaper)\n  Ballin ass niggas got a choke hold on the game (on the game)\n  Let me take you down memory lane (memory lane)\n  Rolex on my left hand, they blowing up my beeper (beeper)\n  Fuck the middle man, we got the chill for cheaper (cheaper)\n  Ballin ass niggas got a choke hold on the game (where you take em)\n  Let me take you down memory lane\n\n  E40\n  (oooahh)\n  I had a grenada, Disha had a mustang, Beela had a caddy\n  We was young in the game\n  Street niggas, young and ambitious\n  Determined to win, from start to finish\n  It's the drought season, way too vicious\n  Call me on the under mayne, hollin' at bitches\n  Haters didn't like it but they had to respect it\n  They quit the first family and rap to get a gold Lexus\n  Talk hard cain, but you can call me slaughter cain\n  Sprinkle me mayne\n  Captain save a hoe\n\n  Andre Nickatina\n  Man I was in line with scar face, hit the bitch screen\n  And if the dope was back again, the people call it ice cream\n  You got paid off a pipe dream\n  And then first pair of Michael Jordan's, first hit the crime scene\n  You sat low when your team jack and waitin did\n  I forget to mention yo, they jack them for their gold Dayton's\n  Basketball we watch Gary Peyton\n  Its when drug dealers really throw dope, brotha no fakin\n  We wore rings like straight Jamaican's\n  And yo the rap game was just getting started, for the straight takin\n  I reminisce yeah, but no pain\n  Cuz in the fast lane, the slow lane, the whole thang is memory lane\n\n  Rolex on my left hand, they blowing up my beeper (beeper)\n  Fuck the middle man, we got the chill for cheaper (cheaper)\n  Ballin ass niggas got a choke hold on the game (on the game)\n  Let me take you down memory lane (memory lane)\n  Rolex on my left hand, they blowing up my beeper (beeper)\n  Fuck the middle man, we got the chill for cheaper (cheaper)\n  Ballin ass niggas got a choke hold on the game (where you take em)\n  Let me take you down memory lane (memory lane)\n  Oooahh\n"}]