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The streets lights are glowing, everyday's another struggle |
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The moon is slowly and silent staring make it so my hustle is antite |
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The city streets is hectic gotta get it |
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Here the mall, ain't a promise to me |
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So I don't live and feel working til' |
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I touch it, stack it until |
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I need itI spend it on what |
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I want, re-up and that's when |
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I needIt's over you never see me, it's being salt as it's lesser |
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The niggas straight out the gutta, murder without a question |
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Bodies in my surroundings, click-clack from downing |
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All they know is he missing when niggas ain't never found him |
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Assaulting is the least, |
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I don't live it on rejects |
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I'm a muthafuckin' killer foreal with the same threat |
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I'm as gangsta as it gets and my advice for you is lay your life |
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Ya never know when niggas might hit you in the city lights |
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Get it right, ya never know when niggas might hit you in the city lights |
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Get it right (Get it right)[Slim Thug:] |
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Born and raised on the |
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North blocks, home of the hard-knocks |
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Wanna get rich, find a spot to pump that hard out |
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Might get robbed and shot if niggas don't think you worthy |
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In my hood, |
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I saw a lot of gangstas die early |
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Mama heart broke, and brother feel like he gotta fix it |
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So he loading up from straps, bout to hit it where they kick it |
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Got a first class ticket to the pen |
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Seventeen-years-old but up in that they all men |
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It's just another day, one come out, another go in |
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It's hard out here, you can't even trust yo friends |
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They'll have a nigga set up, whatever by the curb |
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It's every man for self, oh you ain't heard |
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I'm a muthafuckin' |
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Hogg, survive through it all |
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Stand up tall, we don't fall, naw |
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I been shot at but ain't been shot |
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Been in plenty fight but ain't been drop |
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Always came out on top like a hard-knock[J-Dawg:] |
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Straight up |
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Yeah, these tattoo tears cover my face |
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My momma got mad at first but shit she know she may |
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I'm a G you gotta pray for me, it is what it is |
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Why these niggas out here playing, mayne this really my fear? |
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What'cha know about them late nights, no lights and no food? |
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No diapers for the baby's, the house smell like boo-boo |
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Think of what'chu would do what |
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I tell ya what |
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I doesWalk straight up off the porch, now the |
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Camus begun |
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My big brother on lock, so |
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I starve his gut |
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He goin lead to where he at, |
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I been in the going stuff for crack and that |
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Big homie knew |
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I had it on my mind |
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He ain't like it but it right that run it through my bloodline |
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He knew what he decline and what goin be hard for me to find |
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So he choose to put me down, and |
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I got up on my grind |
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The dawg and you hoes say |
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I'm glorifying crack |
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My momma lights off, the whole house pitch black, bitch! |
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Straight up |
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Yeah |