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Listen, It's a fresh package |
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I got - why not move it |
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Keepin' it in the house 'll have the |
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Feds locked to it |
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Business as usual is goin' on in the slums |
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We want the whole cake, nigga - we don't want no crums |
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Stupid shit - we avoid it |
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Dope - we exploit it |
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Had our shit tight bitches done destroyed it |
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Now niggas gettin' out lookin' for employers |
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Made a deal with the |
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D.A. and the lawyer |
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Swearin' he would never tell - put it on his daughter |
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Sayin' he was outta town - nigga crossed the border |
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Should've bust his head, but |
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I don't need the heat |
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I'll send another nigga out to handle beef for me |
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It's a test 'cause |
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I've been given him a ki a week |
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Let me see what they gon' do up on the streets for me |
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And if he hand me his business, |
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I'ma make sure he's straight |
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The only nigga out the project |
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Magnolia with weight (Hook [Turk]) |
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Nigga, we hustle hustle everyday, all day |
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Get our grind on in the project hallway |
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Nigga try to hit a hustle, they get burnt with a |
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K Hot Boys and |
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Big Tymers - they surely don't play |
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We hustle hustle everyday, all day |
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Get our grind on in the project hallway |
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Nigga try to hit a hustle, they get burnt with a |
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K Hot Boys and |
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Big Tymers - they surely don't play [B.G.] |
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Started out with a seven-gram quarter, flipped to half-a-ounce |
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Tryin' to keep clothes on my daughter and food in her mouth |
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It don't stop from sun-up to sun-down - |
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I'm on the grind |
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In two weeks |
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I was workin' a 16-25 |
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Tryin' to get it - only thing in my vision is ballin' |
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Jumpin' out a 500- |
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S class on brodders |
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So you only had a nickel like me hustlin' hard ' |
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Fore I knew |
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I was workin' four ounces and two quarters |
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Not a taker |
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I'm scarred from (? ?) |
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Swore he was gon' front just bringin' his shit |
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Now I got a quarter ki - broke it down to six and two quarters |
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It's cooked already - |
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I got these niggas runnin' like water |
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Slowly, I'm comin' up - scorin' a ounce since fronted nine |
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Had this nigga - only said what they workin', the block is mine |
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Got hustlin' skills in my blood - come from my pa |
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That's how |
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I know the game 'cause at a young age |
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I was taught (Hook2x [Turk]) |
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We hustle hustle everyday, all day |
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Get our grind on in the project hallway |
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Nigga try to hit a hustle, they get burnt with a |
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K Hot Boys and |
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Big Tymers - they surely don't play [Baby] |
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Brother, you my hustler, and |
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K.C. my killer |
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Michael, (?), |
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Curl, y'all lay back and peep these niggas |
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Dubbed all and wide open (whatever) whatever, my nigga |
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Big (?) grab the glock out to shoot, my nigga |
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Then if it go down, |
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I know you're ridin', nigga |
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But it's cool - |
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I lost some hot boys, my nigga |
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But I'm a fool untamed by the children in this game |
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Tre, go grab them things, we gon' get paid, man |
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Joe Casey know a nigga wan' buy some things |
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I start in the hood, |
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I keep it real with my goods |
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Lac, hurry up back, |
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I know a nigga wan' buy some crack |
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Smack a whole brick on that bitch when it come back |
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Stone, you play the cuts and watch my back |
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Magnolia Shorty, take these stacks and meet me at the shack |
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I'm 'bout to go to a car lot on veterans, black |
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And buy that new black-on-black 2 |
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G Cadillac (Hook [Turk]) |
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Nigga, we hustle hustle everyday, all day |
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Get our grind on in the project hallway |
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Nigga try to hit a hustle, they get burnt with a |
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K Hot Boys and |
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Big Tymers - they surely don't play |
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We hustle hustle everyday, all day |
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Get our grind on in the project hallway |
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Nigga try to hit a hustle, they get burnt with a |
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K Hot Boys and |
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Big Tymers - they surely don't play [Mannie Fresh] |
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What What |
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What Remember when shit was a easy task |
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Back in the days that passed |
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When bitches use to cut class |
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Just to let a dumb nigga hit that ass |
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Now everything fucked up |
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Sure virgin pussy gon' cost you a-hundred bucks |
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Nigga, that use to be the man shit outta luck |
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Young niggas walkin' 'round with that duck |
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Some say, "Play with your nose." |
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Some say, "Fuck them hoes." |
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Some say, "You're fat. Work out and get a six-pack." |
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I say, "Fuck all that, I'd rather have six facts." |
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Young niggas done drove me to pack a heater |
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Fuck drawin' up the meat beaters |
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They tryin' to defeat us |
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Move us out and delete us |
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Erase us niggas from the face of the earth |
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Put your dick in the dirt |
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No how, no way, daddy, it won't work |
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I refuse to be a statistic |
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DNA ballistic |
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With a closed casket ' |
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Cause some young nigga blasted my brains on the side |
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Lil' daddy, |
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I'ma swing wide and let everything out here feel me |
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You ain't gon' do it - old age gon' kill me |
