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It's A Shame

And once again it's big G, runnin the number rackets

Wearin Pele jackets

Fast loot tactics, I'm well up in the millionaire bracket

The boss of all bosses, I own racehorses and a fortress

Corridors with olympic torches and Mona Lisa portraits

Jacuzzis and saunas and eatin steak at Benny Harner's

Bentley's limousine the front yard stream is full of pirahnas

I'm set, a private jet, I drink a lot of Beck's

Get a lot of sess condo and duplex, diamond infested Rolex

Deliver a crown at the world units with silver china

Sippin on finer wine-are you see more shines than diamond miners

The Highness, kingpin of heroin

I'm thorough when I have to bring the terror in

Handle business in each and every borough in

Town or city, I'm rollin like Frank Nitty, I'm rich and pretty

Back up kiddies, I got crimies that's grimy and gritty

A nigga that's spunky and likes to keep his pockets chunky

Makin most of my money, from all the dopefiends and junkies

I learned from the best the ones that's livin

And the ones that's put to rest

So I bless my chest with a vest and pack a Smith-N-Wes

And then I'm off to get the snaps, not the scraps

The game is be a real mack, the name is cool G Rap

Now it's a damn shame, what I gotta do just to make a dollar

Living in this game, sometimes it makes you want to holler

It's a damn shame, what I gotta do just to make a dollar

Living in this game, sometimes it makes you want to holler

I got a fly hoe up under the wing, a swinger that does her thing

And if you step inside my ring, she'll bang it out and make your brains hang

She sits at restaurant tables with mink foxes and sables

Drinkin Cherenade brand label she'll rock a sucker's cradle

And yeah, honey is more bounce to the ounce

She walks around with lucci in large amounts

Millions inside Swiss bank accounts

Her name is Tammy, got a beach house in Miami

Rides around with a small jammy in her silk and satin panties

A down hoe, a Foxy Brown hoe, standin her ground hoe

And if you clown yo she'll turn into a bust a round hoe

Fly as a Heaven's Angel got sapphires in her bangles

Diamond earrings hangin dingle gettin money from all angles

She's pretty under the New York city bright lights

And real light, way after midnight, I hit it cause the slit's tight

Wake up early and make my rounds, break up break down

Packin a silver four pound, some clowns be trying to get down

Light up a smoke and grab a stack of see-notes

Them slick stick up kids don't get no free dough bro

'Cause I ain't tryin to be broke

I goes all out for G Rap and this honey nothin funny

It's a damn shame, what I gotta do to get the money

Now it's a damn shame, what I gotta do just to make a dollar

Living in this game, sometimes it makes me want to holler

It's a damn shame, what I gotta do just to make a dollar

Living in this game, sometimes it makes me want to holler

No it ain't no sleeping over [Repeat until fade]

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written by WILSON, NATHANIEL THOMAS / VENABLE, ANDREW

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., EMI Music Publishing

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