"Turnin' nothin' into somethin' is God work, and you get nothin' without struggle and hard work"
"...Shorty's laugh was cold-blooded as he spoke so foul, Only twelve tryin to tell me that he liked my style. Then I rose, wiping the blunt's ash from my clothes, Then froze, only to blow the herb smoke through my nose."
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Source: Song: What Goes Around, Album: Stillmatic, 2001
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