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(feat. Mickey And Christina) [Mickey] |
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I ain't nothin but a hustler, |
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I raised like that |
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Pumpin gas or pumpin crack, we was paid like that |
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Ol' G's taught us game, we was made like that |
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Cross tha family, ya get sprayed wit a mac |
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Laid flat |
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My uncle was sellin crack, my father was smokin |
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Me and brother didn't like tha way my mother was (?) |
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So we promised to get my momma out |
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Betta car, betta house |
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And if daddy ain't gettin shit togetha, fuck it, a betta spouse |
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I know what this ghetto bout, |
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I live that life |
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No heat, no light at tha crib at night |
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Stay strapped , gat attached next to my ribs at night |
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Cause them fiends'll try to steal yo life |
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Muthafucka this |
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Chicago Everything |
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I live for, |
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I die for |
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Cash Money tha click |
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I'll ride for |
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Yeah, they showed me love when them label wasn't fuckin wit me |
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Now tha whole workld in love wit |
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Mickey Cash |
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Money Millionaires nigga [Hook(Turk)] |
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Growing up was hard in them project bricks |
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I ain't gone even lie dawg |
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I ain't neva had shit |
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It was hard dawg wit out a father figure |
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Give it up to my mom cuz she stood tall nigga [Christina] |
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Nigga I'm from city where niggaz gang bang and shit |
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Up on tha corner drinkin henny, tryna hang and shit |
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I tote em quick and make chickens get over |
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Tha first bitch in my gone get knocked tha fuck over |
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Shit I'm not playin, them bullets gone start sprayin |
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Start prayin, cuz gats gone start sprayin |
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Stop panicin, stayin calm to |
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I bomb out this ghetto |
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Leg, back, arms, ice up to tha elbow |
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Rock Fenni, bitches envy me up in tha ghetto |
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Slimmy's pack simmy's, squeeze 50 in tha ghetto |
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Tote Gucchi coats, toast toast in they thoart |
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Hit tha roach, don't smoke, it'll have u senseless in tha ghetto |
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Cuz niggaz will beat u senseless in tha ghetto |
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I'm glad I moved my mom to tha ponds, out tha palms of tha ghetto |
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True divas neva settle for tha ghetto |
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Come on, and that's real |
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Cash Money nigga [Hook] [Turk] |
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Three sons and a momma, growin up was hard |
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Couldn't keep up wit tha |
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Jones, cuz we didn't have funds |
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In tha summer it was hot, cuz we didn't have air |
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Daddy wasn't even around like he didn't even care |
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I ain't gone lie, sometimes you to get pissed off |
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At my momma like it was her fault but ir wasn't at all |
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Used to keep a pair of tenny's for atleast 6 months |
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When they got scuffed up, we just ploished em up |
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Had to be inside early, yeah i punched tha clock |
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Didn't have no telephone or no cable box |
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Just my momma and my brother gettin how we live |
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One thing fa sho dawg we kept a meal |
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Livin on welfare and my momma's pray |
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Wishin that one day we gone get outta this hell |
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Thinkin to myself this shit all fucked up, times was heard for me dawg growin up [Hook] |
