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See nigga we thugged out for a reason |
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Niggaz ain't thuggin, because, they like the look nigga |
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Or they like to be on these streets nigga |
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Nigga we thuggin cause we gotta eat out'chea where I'm from |
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Ca$hville, gangsters nigga |
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(Verse One) |
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I had to step back and regroup myself, overlook employees |
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And see how much juice was left cause niggaz came for me |
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Revolvers to fullies increasin my ki' movings |
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Soakin game from Baby watchin old mob movies |
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Two all gold clips, go with this platinum uzi |
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To keep you bitches losin 'round Christmas time when the jackers choosin |
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Niggaz refusin feel that heat first, shit gets deeper |
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See when we beef we make yo' street hurt, check yo' beeper |
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The job is done when you get 911's |
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Receivin calls talkin 'bout son your lil' brother all alone |
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My attitude can quickly change potnah |
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Heads get bust open like Priest when he poppin bottles |
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No role models to look up to when you ghetto raised |
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Leavin no clues, stack revenues in different ways |
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Trade that deuce 57 and get yourself two K's |
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Then let a nigga know how much mo' you made in two days |
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{"Infrared on all straps" sample repeats} |
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(Verse Two) |
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How can a nigga blame another nigga for the way he would plan |
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His operation led to destination under sand |
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Some niggaz playin with me are scared to stand behind their steel |
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Shake up and break up what was organized for years |
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Shed tears, when white folks hand a nigga a L |
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Ball up and fuck all up a nigga mail |
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Beeper reportin low, when you put in a Duracell |
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Put it in your mind, cause that's the first sign they on the trail |
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Where I dwell, there's plenty money shit be hard to tell |
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who doin the yap yappin so they tappin up the cells |
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When you lived on the hill, was never late payin yo' bills |
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Now you back to the projects, shit out here gettin real |
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Somebody lackin they skills and they street smart |
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Ain't no sunshine playboy, they life dark |
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It takes one star, one car, one nigga who made it far |
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One thug, one grudge and it's life behind bars |
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{"Infrared on all straps" sample repeats} |
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(Verse Three) |
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I stand all man nigga, though a child in age |
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I got my own brain, my own ways to go and get paid |
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Niggaz want you in the shade but when you come out and shine |
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then here it is you owe 'em somethin, but what about mine? |
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I never signed a dotted line, therefore just let me be |
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T.I.P. took me under and we headed to the highest peak |
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I might as well just speak, for the soldiers with Buck |
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Load your artillery, prepare to put your guns up |
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You think it'll get to this, Bowre told me it would |
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Said it's all good no more, puttin on your black hood |
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Still the same frustration that stay beatin my chest |
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If it ain't one of these bitches then these niggaz won't test |
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A meal ticket nuttin less, that's what I'm shootin for |
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And in my quest for chips, there's some shit you can't ignore |
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So I load up the 4, if you want it then let it be |
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All these fake niggaz tryin to be just like me |
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{"Infrared on all straps" sample repeats} |
