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NOT A CRIMINAL
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Interlude:]
Uhh Looks Like Another Win For Me
Its The Ultimate Victory
[Hook:]
Everybody Get Low Its A Stickup Everybody Get Low
(Everybody Get Low)
Everybody Get Low Its A Stickup Everybody Get Low
(Everybody Get Low)
Everybody Get Low Its A Stickup Everybody Get Low
(Everybody Get Low)
Everybody Get Low Its A Stickup Everybody Get Low
(Chamillitary Mayne)
Hpw Come
[Chorus:]
Everywhere That I Go (Everywhere I Go)
They Look At Me Like A Criminal
But Im A Ceo, Im A Ceo (Im A Self Employeed Ceo)
I Already Got Dough, I Already Got Doug
(But I Think Its Time For Me To Get Mo')
Im A Ceo, Im A Ceo (Im A Self Employeed Ceo)
Im Not A Criminal
[Verse 1:]
Let Them Stay Local While Im About To Hit Japan
The G4 Get Me Out When I Get In A Jam
You Gotta Go Internatonal To Get With Cham
Women On Your Phone I Bet You Switchin Up Yo Plan
Let Them Other Rappers Beef While They Arguein
Will Be Runnin In With The Bags To Get The All The Grams
Take It Out Yo Hands(Take It Out Yo Hands)
Money Talks, Only Language That I Understand
I Heard That Puff N Jay Were Worth Over 300 Mill
That Means That This Year I Gotta Put It In 300 Gear
You Wanna Treadmill Homie
You Just Runnin Still
Yes This Is The Rap That All The Other Rappers Love To Feel
I Got The Plaque But Now Im Back For The Reload
We Know While Imma Still Stick To The Street Code
Tell Me What The Industry Is Lookin At Me For
Cuz Here Ya Sold Platinum They Didnt Think It Would Be Gold
Now They Try To Tell Me That There Will Never Be Mo'
But These Flows Sure To Be A ***** To Yo Ego
Ya Im From The South They Try To Tell Me That We Slow
But Its Ironic That Your Tryin To Keep Up With Me Tho
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
Call Up Universal N Tell Them Open Up The Vault
N Tell Them I Just Had Another Million Dollar Thought
Albums Do Not Sell They Tell Me We Not In A Drought
How Bought I Run In These Labels For The **** N Break Em Off
Imma Boss Yeah Yeah
My Money Is Unlimited
Sorta Like My Motorola Minutes Is
Koopa Bout To Tell You What The Business Is
Rap With This Rapper Major Label On I Gettin Rich
Whatcha Mean The Label Didnt Promote
I Put A Million On A Million Do It Till I Go Broke
Might Have To Run For President So Give Me Yo Vote
Cuz Bin Laden Wouldnt Be The Only One In The Scope
Get A Rope
N Duck Tape Theres Bout To Be A Crime
Simplify Yo Songs I Aint Simplifyin Mine
The Industry Done Got In The Streets Thats Why Rappers Diein'
Dont Get It Confused Imma Still Show You How To Grind
They Tell Me If I Write A Lullaby For The Females
That These Sales Are Sure To Skyrocket In Retail
Hope You Got A Backup Plan If Yo Cd Fails
Ill Drown Em Like Seashells
Till They Hit These Shells
[Chorus]
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
Ultimate Victory
Im Back For The Reload
But We Know Imma Still Stick To The Street Code
Look At Sumtin Pretty In The Middle Of The Road
Bouncin On Rims Like A Brick At A Free Throw
I Told Em Tomorrow Imma Be On Bet
Look At All The Free Clothin That They Came N Gave To Me
I Told Em Tomorrow Imma Be On Mtv
Look At All The Jewelry My Jeweler Gave To Me Fo Free
Im Winnin So Keep The Hatin To A Minimal
Ya'll Need To Give Applause To The General
Im Hearin How Ya'll Talk In Yo Interviews
Ya'll Really All Just Be Talkin Like A Interlude
Poppin At The Mouth
While Im Poppin Tags
50 Thousand In My Pocket Pants Gotta Sag
Magazine Critics Always Talkin Like They Bad
But In The Streets Tryna Hide Behind A Pen N Pad
But Its Ok
I Know Why You Gettin Mad
I Gotta Lot Of Whatever Yu Neva Had
Got A Betta Pad
Got A Betta Slab
We Gonna Keep It Movin Try Ya Best To Get A Cab
Remember You Wer Jammin Master P
Now That Houstons Super How You Try N Ask For Me
They Be Askin For A Verse Dont Even Ask The Fee
Tellin Me How Many Bars To Spit Like Thats For Free(Ehhh)
Try Again
Sorry Betta Luck Next Time
Unless Imma Sleep The Only Time Is Lets Grind
Yall Need To Stop Like The Words On The Red Sign
Unless Im Pointin Sumtin Tellin Ya Get Down
[Hook]
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Interlude:] Uhh Looks Like Another Win For Me Its The Ultimate Victory [Hook:] Everybody Get Low Its A Stickup Everybody Get Low (Everybody Get Low) Everybody Get Low Its A Stickup Everybody Get Low (Everybody Get Low) Everybody Get Low Its A Stickup Everybody Get Low (Everybody Get Low) Everybody Get Low Its A Stickup Everybody Get Low (Chamillitary Mayne) Hpw Come [Chorus:] Everywhere That I Go (Everywhere I Go) They Look At Me Like A Criminal But Im A Ceo, Im A Ceo (Im A Self Employeed Ceo) I Already Got Dough, I Already Got Doug (But I Think Its Time For Me To Get Mo') Im A Ceo, Im A Ceo (Im A Self Employeed Ceo) Im Not A Criminal [Verse 1:] Let Them Stay Local While Im About To Hit Japan The G4 Get Me Out When I Get In A Jam You Gotta Go Internatonal To Get With Cham Women On Your Phone I Bet You Switchin Up Yo Plan Let Them Other Rappers Beef While They Arguein Will Be Runnin In With The Bags To Get The All The Grams Take It Out Yo Hands(Take It Out Yo Hands) Money Talks, Only Language That I Understand I Heard That Puff N Jay Were Worth Over 300 Mill That Means That This Year I Gotta Put It In 300 Gear You Wanna Treadmill Homie You Just Runnin Still Yes This Is The Rap That All The Other Rappers Love To Feel I Got The Plaque But Now Im Back For The Reload We Know While Imma Still Stick To The Street Code Tell Me What The Industry Is Lookin At Me For Cuz Here Ya Sold Platinum They Didnt Think It Would Be Gold Now They Try To Tell Me That There Will Never Be Mo' But These Flows Sure To Be A ***** To Yo Ego Ya Im From The South They Try To Tell Me That We Slow But Its Ironic That Your Tryin To Keep Up With Me Tho [Chorus] [Verse 2:] Call Up Universal N Tell Them Open Up The Vault N Tell Them I Just Had Another Million Dollar Thought Albums Do Not Sell They Tell Me We Not In A Drought How Bought I Run In These Labels For The **** N Break Em Off Imma Boss Yeah Yeah My Money Is Unlimited Sorta Like My Motorola Minutes Is Koopa Bout To Tell You What The Business Is Rap With This Rapper Major Label On I Gettin Rich Whatcha Mean The Label Didnt Promote I Put A Million On A Million Do It Till I Go Broke Might Have To Run For President So Give Me Yo Vote Cuz Bin Laden Wouldnt Be The Only One In The Scope Get A Rope N Duck Tape Theres Bout To Be A Crime Simplify Yo Songs I Aint Simplifyin Mine The Industry Done Got In The Streets Thats Why Rappers Diein' Dont Get It Confused Imma Still Show You How To Grind They Tell Me If I Write A Lullaby For The Females That These Sales Are Sure To Skyrocket In Retail Hope You Got A Backup Plan If Yo Cd Fails Ill Drown Em Like Seashells Till They Hit These Shells [Chorus] [Hook] [Verse 3:] Ultimate Victory Im Back For The Reload But We Know Imma Still Stick To The Street Code Look At Sumtin Pretty In The Middle Of The Road Bouncin On Rims Like A Brick At A Free Throw I Told Em Tomorrow Imma Be On Bet Look At All The Free Clothin That They Came N Gave To Me I Told Em Tomorrow Imma Be On Mtv Look At All The Jewelry My Jeweler Gave To Me Fo Free Im Winnin So Keep The Hatin To A Minimal Ya'll Need To Give Applause To The General Im Hearin How Ya'll Talk In Yo Interviews Ya'll Really All Just Be Talkin Like A Interlude Poppin At The Mouth While Im Poppin Tags 50 Thousand In My Pocket Pants Gotta Sag Magazine Critics Always Talkin Like They Bad But In The Streets Tryna Hide Behind A Pen N Pad But Its Ok I Know Why You Gettin Mad I Gotta Lot Of Whatever Yu Neva Had Got A Betta Pad Got A Betta Slab We Gonna Keep It Movin Try Ya Best To Get A Cab Remember You Wer Jammin Master P Now That Houstons Super How You Try N Ask For Me They Be Askin For A Verse Dont Even Ask The Fee Tellin Me How Many Bars To Spit Like Thats For Free(Ehhh) Try Again Sorry Betta Luck Next Time Unless Imma Sleep The Only Time Is Lets Grind Yall Need To Stop Like The Words On The Red Sign Unless Im Pointin Sumtin Tellin Ya Get Down [Hook]
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