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Living in the city of the scandalous |
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Shisty motherfuckers, can't even trust my own brothers |
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So who can i choose to trust, me, that's who |
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Niggas want a piece of the pie, fuck off and die! |
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Jealous, envious fools want to rush this |
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Loco, trooping ass nigga with the cash, shit |
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Motherfuckers just get your own, and leave mine alone |
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Forty-five places to get done |
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Send out your invitation |
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To the party of your elimination |
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I got peeps that play for keeps, (hardball) |
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Now i'm laying your ass down to sleep |
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But every hustler wants to be bawling |
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But i got the balls for the shot calling |
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I pull strings, the don king, only in america |
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Then i hustle, and flex my muscle |
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[hustlers] |
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,yeah, man, i've been out here |
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Running game for eight years |
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,i know i'm getting tired of standing |
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On this corner |
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,nigga, i want a fat pad, and fly ass pool |
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Finest motherfucking bitches, jewels |
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And all that shit, if i got to take it |
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From a nigga |
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,shit, let him run for me then |
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,i can work for myself, don't have to |
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Work for nobody, i'll be my own hustler |
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[b-real] |
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Where can i roam to get my hustle on |
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Killafornia, stacking the chips, got the full clips |
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Loaded and cocked, i'm used to running with the glock |
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Nina millimeter, lighting up the fucking block |
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Now, who you gonna trust?, who can you trust? |
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I don't know, but if you coming on my corner |
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I think i'm gonna bust |
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You can't handle us, devious, dangerous |
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Criminal mentality, insanity |
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I move weight, from state to state |
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All the niggas moving weights, can you relate? |
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[hustlers] |
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,damn, what's up, i see you |
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Pushing that big time weight |
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,i told you, i wasn't bullshitting |
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,you coming up, aight! |
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,when i seen you three or four |
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Months ago i told you |
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,got respect for a man now |
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,handle your shit! |
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[b-real] |
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Where can i choose to get my hustle on? |
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In the alleyway, lighting up all night long |
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Fuck working at mcd's, i'm rolling with the o.z's |
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In the qp's, puffing on trees |
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Who can i trust?, who can you trust? |
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Not that shady motherfucker in the city los scandalous |
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[hustlers] |
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,well, well, little man came up a little bit |
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,it feels good having money in the pocket |
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,fuck that nine to five bullshit, right? |
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,yeah, kick that shit to the curb |
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,but you got to look out for the scandalous motherfuckers |
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Cuz niggas is tricky than a motherfucker |
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,yeah, but motherfuckers got to look out for us too |
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You know what i'm saying |
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I'm just as shisty as a nigga |
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,shit, set me up and niggas are gonna die |
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,you get set up back, cuz we ain't having that bullshit |
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,i got your back, you got mine, that goes without saying |
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,twenty-seven and mo' baby, twenty-seven and mo' |
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,let's get the fuck out of here' |
