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It's the first of the month and my beeper is blowing |
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I can't stop cause my cash is flowing |
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I'm baggin' em' up bustin' em' down quickly |
| [00:16.84] |
Cause I got five brothers waitin' on me at Thrifty's |
| [00:19.98] |
I'm in the other bucket on the late night pursuit |
| [00:22.52] |
With two kis and and forty ounce of brew |
| [00:25.03] |
I ain't trippin' cause my tags are legit |
| [00:27.50] |
Ah shit, now them tats is on my tip |
| [00:30.08] |
So I drops my brew, what the **** am I to do |
| [00:32.48] |
(Pass the street to shake that fool) |
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So I smashed on my pedal and rolled down Golden Gate |
| [00:37.26] |
And threw these ****ing kis in the lake |
| [00:39.09][Verse 2: Mugzi] |
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Guess who comes through, it's a fool |
| [00:41.46] |
I gat tapped that ass, red dog, and boo |
| [00:44.45] |
We kicks it on the hill everyday |
| [00:46.26] |
Slangin' rocks with Glocks now we gots to get paid |
| [00:49.20] |
The street life's how I'm livin' and the po-po tryin' to get me |
| [00:51.75] |
But they can't catch up to a mother****ing philly |
| [00:54.16] |
That's how I'm livin' in the day |
| [00:55.86] |
But when it comes night I packs a forty and an AK |
| [00:59.25] |
Waitin' for some punk to jump so I can start to pop |
| [01:01.89] |
And put some mother****ing holes in his drop |
| [01:04.26] |
The watch his ass grasp, then I laugh |
| [01:06.84] |
He shouldn't have last so I taxed his punk ass |
| [01:26.23][Verse 3: Kaveo] |
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A young brother in the game with my fame and glory |
| [01:31.14] |
I'm really down for my pops and the hardcore stories |
| [01:33.57] |
Mandatory is my money, ya best believe |
| [01:35.81] |
Because I'm rollin' through ya town with gold tone D's |
| [01:38.50] |
Lookin' clean with my mug on mean |
| [01:40.92] |
But in the ghetto it ain't nothin' but dope fiends |
| [01:43.42] |
I pull up on the turf not thinkin' of gettin' burnt |
| [01:45.94] |
With a nine in the trunk it ain't gon' be no funk |
| [01:48.57] |
Serious about my mail, don't give a **** about a jail cell |
| [01:50.97] |
Because I post bail and all hell breaks loose |
| [01:53.53] |
Cause I got juice, though it seems to me |
| [01:55.72] |
But in reality the other man is out to get me |
| [01:58.21][Verse 4: B-Legit] |
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Forever on the run, that shit ain't funny |
| [02:01.05] |
And I ain't never heard of no extra money |
| [02:03.08] |
The ninety-eight cents, no food for less |
| [02:05.92] |
I send a dope fiend to steal my guess |
| [02:08.18] |
The ghettos of a way where the players star |
| [02:10.78] |
Where white men won't, where white kids won't |
| [02:13.35] |
They say it ain't cool and it's bad for they health |
| [02:15.77] |
And if ya hit magazine then break ya self |
| [02:18.33] |
Cause that's the rules man and don't ask why |
| [02:20.74] |
Either you slang, gangbang, or die |
| [02:23.31] |
My only concern is to strive |
| [02:25.63] |
****ed up around in the street life |
| [02:45.47][Verse 5: E-40] |
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The reason I ain't do eighteen yet, check |
| [02:49.87] |
Is because I got people praying for me, bet |
| [02:52.42] |
I pays my ties even though the money's filthy |
| [02:55.12] |
Don't wanna go to church because I feel guilty |
| [02:57.32] |
The way of the street life is really quite scary |
| [02:59.94] |
Thinkin' tomorrow man I might get buried |
| [03:02.51] |
So when I leave my pad I grab mt Glock |
| [03:05.31] |
And my bulletproof vest and my ski mask dock |
| [03:07.56] |
On the gooch pal, I won't be caught out of bounds |
| [03:10.16] |
Can't let these fools stop my life |
| [03:12.49] |
So I strive, I might be about one eight |
| [03:15.51] |
But in the mind I more like twenty eight |
| [03:17.42] |
I see the po-po poppin' the brothers droppin' |
| [03:20.19] |
Niggas plottin' and children starvin' |
| [03:22.70] |
All this shit in my face |
| [03:25.04] |
I gotta get up out of this place |
| [03:27.22] |
The middle of V ain't enough see |
| [03:29.85] |
A nigga feel like I gotta sell D |
| [03:32.32] |
I share a room with six little brothers |
| [03:35.02] |
Three to a bed fightin' over covers |
| [03:37.44] |
The crack of dawn, I read the paper |
| [03:39.90] |
A Jewish old lady said a nigga raped her |
| [03:42.26] |
The finger always points at the black man |
| [03:44.54] |
But not the whites, Filipinos, or Mexicans |
| [03:47.52] |
Street life, because there's no place I can go |
| [03:52.43] |
Street life, it's the only life I know |
| [03:57.46] |
Street life, there's a thousand lives a day |
| [04:02.45] |
Street life, until you play your life away |
