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Living in the city of the |
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Scandalous |
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Shisty motherfuckers can't even trust my own brothers |
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So who can |
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I choose to trust me that's who? |
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Niggas want a piece of the pie, fuck off and die |
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Jealous, envious fools want to rush this |
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Loco, trooping ass nigga with the cash, shit |
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Motherfuckers just get your own, and leave mine alone |
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Forty-five places to get done |
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Send out your invitation to the party of your elimination |
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I got peeps that play for keeps |
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Now I'm laying your ass down to sleep |
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But every hustler wants to be bawling |
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But I got the balls for the shot calling |
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I pull strings, the don king |
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Only in America |
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Then I hustle, and flex my muscle |
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Yeah, man, |
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I've been out here |
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Running game for eight years |
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I know I'm getting tired of standing |
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On this corner |
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Nigga, I want a fat pad, and fly ass pool |
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Finest motherfucking bitches, jewels |
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And all that shit, if |
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I got to take it |
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From a nigga |
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Shit, let him run for me then |
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I can work for myself, don't have to |
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Work for nobody |
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I'll be my own hustler |
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Where can |
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I roam to get my hustle on |
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Killafornia, stacking the chips, got the full clips |
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Loaded and cocked, |
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I'm used to running with the glock |
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Nina Millimeter, lighting up the fucking block |
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Now, who you gonna trust? |
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Who can you trust? |
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I don't know, but if you coming on my corner |
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I think I'm gonna bust |
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You can't handle us, devious, dangerous |
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Criminal mentality, insanity |
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I move weight, from state to state |
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All the niggas moving weights |
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Can you relate? |
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Damn, what's up? |
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I see youPushing that big time weight |
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I told you, |
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I wasn't bullshitting |
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You coming up, aight |
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When I seen you three or four |
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Months ago |
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I told you |
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Got respect for a man now |
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Handle your shit |
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Where can |
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I choose to get my hustle on? |
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In the alleyway, lighting up all night long |
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Fuck working at |
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McD's, I'm rolling with the |
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O.Z'sIn the |
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QP's, puffing on trees |
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Who can I trust? |
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Who can you trust? |
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Not that shady motherfucker |
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In the city |
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Los Scandalous |
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Well, well, little man came up a little bit |
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It feels good having money in the pocket |
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Fuck that nine to five bullshit, right? |
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Yeah, kick that shit to the curb |
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But you got to look out for the scandalous motherfuckers' |
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Cuz niggas is tricky than a motherfucker |
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Yeah, but motherfuckers got to look out for us too |
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You know what |
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I'm saying |
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I'm just as shisty as a nigga |
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Shit, set me up and niggas are gonna die |
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You get set up back, 'cuz we ain't having that bullshit |
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I got your back, you got mine, that goes without saying |
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Twenty-seven and mo' baby, twenty-seven and mo' |
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Oh get the fuck out of here, stay, bust out man |