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Hey give me weed for a G and let me mob |
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And fuck what you talkin about playa |
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Cause I do my job |
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I never knew nothin but hustlin |
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Struggle and strive just to stay alive |
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Never could keep a nine to five |
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So I'm making my cent |
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A proposition that you can't refuse |
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In it to win it, never lose |
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Steady payin dues |
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I hear em hollerin, say bleed you got the juice now |
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Got me nerved up and ready to knock some shit loose now |
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But hold me down |
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And let me know you know for sure |
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When you see me sideways ballin out the door |
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Gone to the liquor store |
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Commin off the slab |
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Smokin on some weed with plenty hoes to stab |
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On behalf of the Concentration Camp |
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We breaking bread for life |
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So everything gonna be alright now |
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My nigga my nerve |
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Fresh off the curb |
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Jelly, jam, and preserve |
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Nothin but balls and my word |
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Fuck what you heard |
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Smoke something nigga |
