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Yeah, ah, |
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Ice-T back in that ass, return of the real |
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Mutha****as fakin' and frontin' like they don't know what time it is |
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Niggas on the streets ain't really got a mutha****in' choice |
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Mutha****a |
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So niggas is forced to do dirt |
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So niggas is forced to do dirt |
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So niggas is forced to do dirt |
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So niggas is forced to do dirt |
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So niggas is forced to do dirt |
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I only run with real niggas who wear gold and jewels |
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Diamond rings, strapped with tools |
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I take no shorts, 'cause |
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I been in it for the long one, the strong one |
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Gotta tell the truth, yo, half my niggas is on the run |
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Street giant defiant to the laws |
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That the white man made, nigga, that's why we play, nigga |
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AKA the street hustler from the |
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WestsideToo damn fly, too much finesse for the hoo ride |
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I rather take a mark off smooth' |
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Cause the skill of a hustler is to stick and move |
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And make you say, "Damn, what's his name?Got to give a nigga props, 'cause the kid got game" |
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Mad game, fool, |
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I base my hustle not on strength |
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But think, you say 'the liquor store', |
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I say, "Brinks"' |
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Cause my mind's on the massive roll of the dice |
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The magnitude of my game's insane, precise |
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So niggas is forced to do dirt |
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So niggas is forced to do dirt |
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So niggas is forced to do dirt |
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So niggas is forced to do dirt |
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So now you're mad, 'cause |
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I got money and you don't |
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The hustlers win, the busters won't |
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What can I say, you can't come out and play |
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With the real ones, dig this you'll get broke with the quickness |
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I don't gamble, |
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I cheat when it's on |
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Two g's on the table, two in my palm |
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And if I spill up, |
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I pull the nickel 25 strap |
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Then the place gets flat and then |
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I'm out the back |
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With my niggas and them 4's on thangs |
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And if I really wanna floss, |
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I flex my |
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Bentley wings |
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Damn, over your head, got a problem |
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Keepin' lyrics down to earth so normal niggas can solve 'em |
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But the game's extreme so quit your high beams |
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And increase the light, now can you see me, you might |
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If you ever been to jail or shot, sold rocks |
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I'm talkin' 'bout weight down like movin' ki's and pounds |
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But every nigga in the hood ain't fly |
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Light-skinned or dark, they're ninety percent marks |
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Straight vics and they got money to give |
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Then without 'em tell, me how the hell a hustler lives |
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So niggas is forced to do dirt |
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So niggas is forced to do dirt |
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So niggas is forced to do dirt |
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So niggas is forced to do dirt |
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I got no love for a lame |
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I use my strategy from crack to rap, no shame |
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And now instead of cooking some ki's |
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I'm flippin' million dollar [Incomprehensible] call 'em wack |
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MC'sBut suckers got it twisted, they missed it |
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Wastin' they life when yo, they mentally gifted |
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The streets ain't the only ****in' hustle in town |
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You gotta get in where you fit in, gotta stay way down |
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But a buster is a buster for life |
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He makes excuses why his ass ain't pay that shit's played |
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Cash rules everything around me, kid |
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I hit a 50'000 lick and never did no bid' |
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Cause I'm bent on a come-up and my shit stays tight |
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How many fake gangsta rappers will |
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I hear tonight? |
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It don't matter, 'cause the real don't care |
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You know I'ma gonna get mine, so |
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I'ma let 'em get theirs |
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But I know in the heart what's true |
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So if you listen very closely, maybe you will too |
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My mind's blown off |
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Armani suits |
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Pavet medallions, [Incomprehensible] boots |
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Cristal and steak, shrimp big as your hand |
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I bought a silk robe and it's from |
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SiamThis jam's for the hoods and thugs |
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Pimps and hoes, the slingers of drugs |
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Hustlers and thieves, cons and crooks |
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Bookers and sharks, mutha**** the marks, nigga |
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So niggas is forced to do dirt |
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So niggas is forced to do dirt |
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So niggas is forced to do dirt |
