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Ohio, I've been scraped the pavement throughout natural sevens |
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Picking 50's of the floor, trying to collect the sevens |
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Cause it's the streets that |
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I eat from |
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Doc and Donny and them is who |
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I learn from |
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So each one teach one that's the cigarillos burn from |
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The seats of my 68 camaro with the skiny front |
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Ride with me through my city once |
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And be inspired how we give it up |
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Fast talkin' pimp walkin' how we live it up |
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Hustler spirit sound anything you give to us, trust |
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We ain't come from much, so it's in us to double up, 2 pairs and new heads when we rush |
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For the love of mink coats and rings with the sharpest cuts |
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Militant minds all the time though |
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Trying to balance that thin line of freedom and dough |
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Keep a clean song let the dice roll with the good times |
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Cause if you gonna gamble might as well on this life |
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So shake 'em up, shake 'em up with me |
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Grab your red cups fill 'em up with me |
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And come through this south east side and get this milk money |
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See I make my money with the dice, shake 'em up, double up, triple up, twice |
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I made enough |
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Round here, that's what we call life |
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Live it up, drink sip it up, get a cup, fill it up |
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Move my way down the block, so player make a hater want job |
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See rhyme saves get the paper you can shop |
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Bags fill 'em up, credit card bill 'em up |
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A roll of weed loose communicate with every few |
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After what's the use overlooking the project view |
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Penthouse dreams, large tips for my bellman |
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Reality is fiends... drops in my shelter |
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You decide what stay alive that be crucified 40 dollar for my crucifix jeweler do or die |
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Real niggers wanna shout, live it up |
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Dice game here, crack a six, triple up |
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Any question and |
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I'm with it, time to go and get it |
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Looking at the |
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Rolle, mother proud made a visit |
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It's a cold world, mama made me frigid |
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Niggers getting' money, |
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I'm living interest |
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My team running screen, |
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Derek Rose at the point ... blow never know, time to blow the joint |
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See I make my money with the dice, shake 'em up, double up, triple up, twice |
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I made enough |
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Round here, that's what we call life |
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Live it up, drink sip it up, get a cup, fill it up |
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Move my way down the block, so player make a hater want job |
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See rhyme saves get the paper you can shop |
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Bags fill 'em up, credit card bill it up |
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I perfected the come up, hustle harder than most |
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Stack papers til it wrinkled and mold |
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They said you ain't getting it until them dollars don't fall |
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So I ain't ever relax, head crack after head crack |
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My approach is leave with it all, go spend that and bend back and do it again |
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Such a rush when it's all or nothing, dice flicking in your hand, |
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Everything is hittin' got you feeling you the man |
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Such an awesome zone to be in |
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I recline when the pressure's on the... more for the starters, |
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I took the first stone |
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My cost home had me nurturing my first poem, then |
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I decided throwing everything |
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I worked for |
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Cause I was racing but it all felt dirt slow |
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Miles away from millionaires felt closer with each throw |
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If you're not willing to put it all in, then what you came fo' |
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Scared money don't make money, a broke mouth can't speak for me |
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Talk it sheep |
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I've been all in, let's get money |
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Talk it sheep |
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I've been all in, let's get money |
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A broke mouth can't speak for me |
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See I make my money with the dice, shake 'em up, double up, triple up, twice |
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I made enough |
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Round here, that's what we call life |
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Live it up, drink sip it up, get a cup, fill it up |
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Move my way down the block, so player make a hater want job |
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See rhyme saves get the paper you can shop |
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Bags fill 'em up, |
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Credit card bill it up |