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Yeah, I got it. Heck, I got it all.

Money, cars, got your girls, too.

What'cha really looking for?

I ain't strugglin, man, I got hooked up.

Phatty house and all the fame,

Diamonds in my dresser drawer.

Got the mad cash, yo, you can't beat this.

Sixty grand just pocket change,

Everyone knows I'm hardcore.

Roll with Limp Biz, heck, I know their moms.

Concert hall in back' my crib,

Billy Gates just can't compare.



So, what else you need?

Now you know I'm rollin high,

Tell me why you ain't impressed,

Don't you see I'm fly?

WHAT? You got something I don't?!

Heck, man cut the crap!

I'm so tight they got my house,

On every world map.

What's that you sayin,

You got more than cash?

I don't get it, what'chu mean?

Let me see your stash!

Come on, hook a brother up,

This I gotta hear.

What'chu packin, let me in,

What'chu saying here?

What? You're talkin Jesus?

This some kinda joke?

No, you really mean it?

Now, it's time you spoke.

Tell me what's so special,

What makes your "god" right?

How can you be so sure?

Life's not black and white.

So, you beg to differ?

You say that's not true?

No, I'm not offended,

I just don't get you.

Well, I'd like to know more,

But, I gotta go.

Email me at sculiy@yahoo.com,

We can talk some mo!

      -Lo Ruhamah