[Intro]
"Yo Enuff, cut that. Shut that sh** down! Yo, put that joint on."
"Big, what you doing?"
"Sometimes you gotta rise above it, sometimes you gotta step on in."
"Don't sing that song, man."
"I got to. Yo, check it out. This industry will turn your best friends into your worst enemies. Pac warned me, but I didn't believe him. This song was made months a go. He probably won't believe me. Maybe nobody will. But frankly, I don't give a f**. Drop that joint, DJ Enuff."
[Verse 1]
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Me and Jihad co-signed you
Gillie and Ca** made you pop
Chris, Peedi and Neef helped your cred in the street
Charlie Mack put you on, Cosmic Kev made you hot
Everybody got a gun, you just got caught with one
And got your wrist locked, came home acting like some big shot
What? These nuts and this co*k, for real
Quickly made you slip off, thank God for Rick Ross
But I'm glad that you made it myself
You had to look at you in the mirror, I know that you hated yourself
No bread, no loaf n***a, totally broke n***a
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