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I got the new face tape |
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I'm about to |
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Pop in the deck for you ******z |
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Turn up your radios |
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You're down and out, money funny, you hustle and die |
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On the verge of pawnin' your jewelry and sellin' your ride |
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Somebody shoulda told him ain't no life in these streets |
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You only out here till you touch it, when you touch it you eat |
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******z done took too many chances shovelin' snow |
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And ended up facin' a lifetime for tryin' to sco' |
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I'm givin livin' definitions on the subject of **** |
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One week he back on his feet, the next he's whoa |
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I was a seventies baby, raised in the eighties |
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I was barely touchin sixteen when ************t got crazy |
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I remember in the eighties, me and pop would ride |
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Now we conversate on acres, he's about to buy |
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He had already been what |
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I'm about to go through |
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Told me ain't no sense in gamblin' if you gamble to lose |
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If you made twelve dollars, you put seven away |
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And lived off the five, and never ever ****** with ya safe |
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But whenWhen he hustle and he robbin' |
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That's when ******z start plottin' |
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And when you ******z start plottin' |
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Us country ******z start mobbin', mobbin' |
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I'm 'bout my paper, these other ******z slang for the sport |
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Like unaware tomorrow ain't promised, the game is too short |
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I've witnessed ******z get it all and give it away |
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Gettin' back was out of the question, they lived for today |
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Then the hunger pains start up, then the murderous plots |
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To set up, they ******' homeboy to get what he got |
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I mean the ones he broke the bread with, the ones you don't want |
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To be the ones ******' your girlfriend, the moment you out |
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I know the street game backwards, forwards, sideways |
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It used to be an honest hustle back then but nowadays |
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It's cut throat, that's ****** up, ******z want they come up |
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So bad they'll take the three fifty seven and smoke they brother |
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A damn shame but that's the way the game go |
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A chance ******z is takin' especially if they slang **** |
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I've been in that position, back in the day |
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And feel my homey, hittin' my head to crack in my safe |
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And that's when |
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When ya hustle ain't evolvin' |
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That's when ******z start starvin' |
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And when you ******z start starvin' |
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That's when you ******z start robbin' |
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When these ******z got problems |
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That's when ******z start plottin' |
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And when you ******z start plottin' |
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Us country ******z start mobbin', mobbin' |
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So listen up my ******z, and |
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I ain't tryin' to preach |
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I'm just tellin' it from my side 'cause |
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I'm in the streets |
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I done been there, done that, seen a whole neighborhood |
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Destroyed by the government bein' tipped off by one rat |
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He caught a **** case and they threatened him with time |
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He get his own ******' people jammed and he take the five |
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That's the ************t there, they ain't even catch him with **** |
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But they gave him thirty five years 'cause the ****** didn't spoke |
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Snitchin', that's a mother******, watch what you say |
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You don't know no mother******' body, ******, you lame |
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Watch your so called homeboys, keep to yourself |
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Stay away from ******z gettin' caught then get out of jail |
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Don't talk about your business, keep your thoughts in your head |
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And this game it got a paper trail, watch where you spend |
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Don't write down names and numbers, it's a memory thang |
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Never ************t where you sleep, keep the crib out of range |
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And plus you never let these ******z know where you stay' |
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Cause when the push turns to a shove, they hit and you say |
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True mother******' game, true mother******' game |
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When ya hustle ain't evolvin' |
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That's when ******z start starvin' |
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And when you ******z start starvin' |
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That's when you ******z start robbin' |
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When these ******z got problems |
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That's when ******z start plottin' |
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And when you ******z start plottin' |
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Us country ******z start mobbin', mobbin' |