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Verse 1 |
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As I preceed to count my dividends |
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plenty ends that I done made with plenty bitches |
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with plenty men that they done played I'm laid back up |
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in the cut with a cup of yak |
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I raise up with all the game that I've been holdin back |
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take your pumps off bitch let me check out yo heals |
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we pimps from Houston Texas to California for real |
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my pockets hurtin baby I need some financial love |
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so get where you supposed to and, do |
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what you does, get your facial done baby |
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do your physic well, no holdin jail over |
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resent mail, no hoes with no clothes |
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torn up and ripped apart |
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domestic violence bitches want out battered and scared |
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you fake hoes take of your drawls take yo pajamas |
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beat it with a hammer and scrape it across the ground |
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I found a new bitch for MJG, and the Luniz |
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this pimpin got me on cloud 10, I'm feelin zumie |
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Chorus |
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Hustlin, It's in my nature |
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Hustlin, don't be afraid |
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Hustlin, It's in my nature |
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Hustlin, don't be afraid |
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Verse 2 |
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I'm creatin' havok on hood spots |
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the hustle don't quit until the good stop |
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but don't sleep we leavin' cars on wood blocks |
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an lookin for could be nots drivin by lookin wide-eyed |
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gone acid washed jeans T-shirt lookin tyedyed |
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FM beats lettin loose on big trips to Vegas |
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candy green polly dubbed nips lookin outrageous |
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big pimpin and panderin, big boostin and gamblin |
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everything is all good until police start manhandlin |
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picture me grappled, scrappled, snatched up by yo asshole |
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indicted on some chump charges that I didn't even ask for |
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gettin hastled by wild boys, like gettin lassoed by cowboys |
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any instructions given he put some more shit on like, now boy |
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like I'm supposed to jump out my Nikes and start sweatin |
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boss said anything, I'm makin the plan to start jettin off |
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oo- ah dont look behind until my shoes stop |
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the only thing on my mind is losin you cop |
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Chorus |
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Verse 3 |
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Someone's knockin at my door, oh, who could it be |
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big baller with the sawed off choppin off all below your knees |
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I testify, not glorify, when I get high |
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tell all that listen what I see through my blood shot eyes |
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my peers they die, why, over they set they ride on cheddar cheese |
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on they knees, how, one to the head behind them keys |
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I dip through, the town on a rocket ship sittin on twinkie |
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smokin sticky, and breathin until my breathe get stinky |
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pops that pinky, never could seem to get his shit together |
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ran like DMC, left me livin thougher than leather, teenage eyes |
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soakin up the streets like a sponge, drugs and guns |
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and freakin hoes seemed to be so fun, from the beginnin |
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I've been sittin tryin to be winnin, dissin bitches |
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f**kin hoes, conversatin with women, workin out |
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pimp ass nigga since my day of birth, its in my blood nigga |
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I'm gonna hustle till I leave this earth |
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Chorus |
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Verse 3 |
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Nigga, it's in my blood to f**k around with these thugs |
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straight villans, drug dealin, 38 snuff consume niggas buck pealin |
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I love millions, plus stackin them chips on up to the ceiling |
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sittin on fat like banks, wit out no scratch and no dank |
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we gettin bank, to set it off like Jada Pinkett |
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in a major way, just witness, business flossin |
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boss playas kickin champagne wishes before this rap business |
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playas I went from rags to riches |
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to havin cash and bad ass bitches |
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since day one, yo nigga been slangin that A-1 yola |
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hit ups savings, for razor blades and bakin soda, paper |
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chasin, usin V-12 to swell up the cola, baby just shakin |
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turnin the liquid form into bolas, I Chef like Raekwon |
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those friends that wanna blaze |
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one come over, dropped the napalm, until you scream |
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straight cream on up, coughin up they lungs they come back screamin |
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for more when it's over, slangin these head rhymes to young soldiers |
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these ??? known as hustlers, nigga |
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Chorus |
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(until end) |
