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Make Cents - I.G.T. (Ft. Inspectah Deck)
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Make Cents - I.G.T. (Ft. Inspectah Deck)
* originally on the "Tape Proprietors" Tash bonus disc

Verse One: ?

Yo we ice, you gold (uh-huh), we the dicks, you the pussy hole
Move your eyes if you're Whoopi Gold-
The game's over, lame soldier
Got my '99 Dana Dane froze on ya dame's poster
Once again, peon, I puff-puff the marijuan, nothin' beyond
No coke, no her-on, ya dead wrong
Tryna match the Don of all Dons with ya double bronze
Money replenish, cook crack like a chemist, nigga yap?
Twist his cap back like a gymnast
I'm sick, worse than syphilis
I smack niggas on the wall, lookin' inconspicuous
Pops wasn't shit, I was bred to be nigga-ish
Record deal route, to make bitches bounce
If they don't, take me Uptown to cop an ounce
I walk around with down payment for a house
On my neck alone, I'm the Down South cousin on ya wifey's phone
Break ya Bone, Thug and move in Harmony
The choice is yours, it don't bother me
Roosevelt 'til I'm dust, I.G.T

Chorus: ?
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