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Free PBoss Hogg serve crews to new waitersBars hard to open like newspapers BMW, Bob Marley and the Wailers Every scene fit the new label, meet the tailors Real power people, the root of money's evil Still root for the bad guy 'til he get even Locked to the beat, I'm not leavin' Almost winter, still not leavin', uh I don't pop but uprock But set up shop, blow ear drums and whatnot It's been ten years since I hit the bus stop And can't get a call from what what the bloodclot Made it through the war, skin torn from shrapnel Mr. Slow Flow's back tagging on Capitol Bucket got caught, I guess you can't have it all This time Cats & Dogs matches in alcohol You're now rockin' Free P, free Sid Roams beats For the kids to street, the rest could see The real power's ours You two cowards reflect our downfall Obsessed with dollars I wonder what landmark's next One anarchist cookbook from death, the far far left Gone 'til they invest in firepower In the 25th hour, the wild wild West It ain't the best situation It's the part, I play my cards and still ace 'em Poker face dumb, with cash I make off The Layover's here, still waiting to take off Fuck the hand I'm dealt, fuck the world Say nothing, my actions speak, my words the introduction It's tough love in '08, can't wait 'Cause the others late, I'm like Dre, always into somethin' |