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As I Lay me down to sleep I ask y
them bytches hate on me. Why they smile in my face and hate behind
my back. Damn, I swear one of these bytches gon get smacked. I'm on
their mind mornin, noon, and night. They turn green with envy when
I come into sight. As soon as I walk in the room, whispers start. I
hope they don't think they r puttin fear in my heart. I tell em
don't hate the player hate the game. Cuz the word constantly comin
out everybodies mouth is my name. Some want me, some hate me, but
the truth is they all love me cuz they wouldn't spend so much time
thinking of me. ( so step yo game up and get like me)
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