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Juvenile:I put my trust in myself and my 9 first |
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Y'all niggaz second, third, and fourth because |
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I'm firstCan't you tell |
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I never had nothin' |
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Down to my last 5 dollars, ready to snatch somethin' |
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If them people catch me |
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I'm goin' to jail fo' sho' |
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My old lady ain't gon' be sendin' me no mail no mo' |
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While I be askin' my lawyers, "when they gon' let me go? " |
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He be tellin' me, "just be cool until you go to court" |
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Get out, back to the bricks, it's the same old shit |
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Niggaz got 2.50 a piece goin' half on a nick |
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Back and forth to keys, but the lil weezy handle purchase |
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Popeye's for the ballers, the ghetto eatin' church's |
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Shop always open 'cause nobody never closes |
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Some of 'em like that needle, some play with they noses |
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I ain't nothin' like a candle light dinner, wine and roses |
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Niggaz tryin' to run throught they packets to get some mo' shit |
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Chorus: manny fresh (4x) |
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Somethin' gotta shke nigga |
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I'ma bake a cake nigga |
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Run with all the reall niggaz |
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Jack all of the fake niggaz |
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Juvenile:My hallways full of piss |
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Nigga say he gon' break me off, he full of shit |
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That's why |
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I got that chopper in the back full of clips |
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About to go and hit a whole stash full of bricks |
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All my niggaz gone, |
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I'm the last in the click |
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I gotta get my hands on some cash and a whip |
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I gotta do somethin', look |
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Cause this ain't gonna last long, gotta get my cash on |
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Come upon a superfire lick and get my ass home |
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Ain't thinkin' about jumpin' out lex's and benzes |
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With the tv's, and the cd's, and 20 inch 'renzes |
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Look here, my situation ain't the best in the world |
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I'm a snake like the rest of you niggaz, full of that guerl |
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Wodie, c'mon and get your skull cracked, tryin' to erase me |
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I got iron ready to warbat, and it's all for safety |
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Muthafucka might come, but he better come correct |
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Cause I ain't aimin' at nothin' else but you' head and yo' chest |
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Chorus: (4x) |
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Nigga outta line, we kill'd the bitch |
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Now, in my city, they burn, baby burn4 found dead, and they burn, baby burn |
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I don't have no question, we all must learn |
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To tote a .45, keep your eyes on the churn |
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I got that work nigga, all y'all know the rules |
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I don't play, |
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I'm a mastermind, it's a big tymer, fool |
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Pay up when you been fronted work, that's the rule |
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Rolls parked, |
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I play this game with no law |
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Red beam, hot ones pointed straight to your jaw |
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A nigga must pay, |
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I'm tryin' to see a better day |
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Went to miami bought that azora anyway |
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Three time loser totin' tools, nigga that's the rules |
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Just the chance |
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I gotta take on these streets fool |
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Flippin' chickens, corner spitin', hardtimes a fool |
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Chorus: (6x) |
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Manny fresh: |
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Somethin' gotta shake nigga |
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I'ma bake a cake nigga |
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Run with all the real niggaz |
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Click-clack all of the fake niggaz |
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Lay it down2g |
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You know me |
