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Yo, I got this plan to make some money |
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I want you to keep this shit to yourself |
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At 6:15 a.m, the truck pulls out of the |
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Post office on |
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Lankershin and |
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Wilsher Now it makes one stop before it goes to |
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Sacramento |
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Which is a mail drop-off at |
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First Federal |
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Loan and Savings |
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I did whatever |
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I could to get by |
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Slang dope, jack people, hands in the sky |
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When you livin' on the edge, yeah homie it's a high |
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You get caught up in the drama and eventually you die |
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Livin' in a hard world, some are livin' lies |
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Son you better wise up and open up your eyes |
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Shit it never easy homie people will connive |
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Better have a hustle, if you mean to survive |
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Why you're so greedy, can you tell us all why? |
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Look homie believe me you're fuckin' metal ply |
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For the dollar everybody is a target that's real |
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Talkin' is smog you're fate's signed and sealed |
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You could be the next one cross 'em in the path |
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What maybe if you do the math you can avoid the blood bath |
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All the money that we stole too weak to take greed |
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Give it to an honest man the money is still deep |
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Dollar bill y'all |
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Dollar bill y'all |
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Dollar, dollar, dollar |
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Dollar, dollar bill y'all |
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Dollar bill y'all |
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Dollar bill y'all |
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Dollar, dollar, dollar |
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Dollar, dollar bill y'all |
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Dollar bill y'all |
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Dollar bill y'all |
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Dollar, dollar, dollar |
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Dollar, dollar bill y'all |
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Dollar bill y'all |
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Dollar bill y'all |
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Dollar, dollar, dollar |
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Dollar, dollar bill y'all |
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I ain't got through all my life |
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Fiend for the mean green |
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Never get enough is a mother fuckin' gangsta dream |
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For the love on a cash flow |
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You could live fast and you could die slow |
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Show where's the can bet your ass you believe it ' |
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Cause niggas that you know try hard to be schemin' |
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Work hard is fuck for everything to rock |
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You a dead mother fucker 'fore |
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I get got |
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Fools got game floss and drop names |
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My move's faster than a runaway train |
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Fuck the world don't ask me for shit |
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Catch you on your knees and you want some dick |
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Spot a gold nigga with a hairline trigger |
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Each root they make, their reputations get bigger |
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For the love of the money, pussy, and drug |
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Fools change and get all twisted up |
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Dollar bill y'all |
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Dollar bill y'all |
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Dollar, dollar, dollar |
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Dollar, dollar bill y'all |
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Dollar bill y'all |
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Dollar bill y'all |
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Dollar, dollar, dollar |
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Dollar, dollar bill y'all |
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Dollar bill y'all |
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Dollar bill y'all |
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Dollar, dollar, dollar |
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Dollar, dollar bill y'all |
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Dollar bill y'all |
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Dollar bill y'all |
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Dollar, dollar, dollar |
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Dollar, dollar bill y'all |
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Only if ya better keep your eyes peeled ' |
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Cause you were talkin' for jacks and that's real |
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Whether you rap or do biz or drug deal |
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Homie for the dollar, you can get yourself killed |
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He decided to jet it, could happen with no discussion |
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Straps of all pain fools fuckin' eruptin' |
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For the green little papers jackin' your neighbors |
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But what if your neighbor put the arms in his favor? |
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Picked up the heater to mash you punk bitches |
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Don't wanna earn shit you wanna jack for the riches |
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Nothin' in life's for free my nigga learn that |
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You burn someone they might just burn back |
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Scorchin' nigga to the third degree |
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Auh y'all trigger deserve to be |
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Put out of you misery, you're history son |
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When your body disappears, then the mystery come |
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Dollar bill y'all |
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Dollar bill y'all |
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Dollar, dollar, dollar |
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Dollar, dollar bill y'all |
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Dollar bill y'all |
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Dollar bill y'all |
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Dollar, dollar, dollar |
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Dollar, dollar bill y'all |
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Dollar bill y'all |
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Dollar bill y'all |
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Dollar, dollar, dollar |
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Dollar, dollar bill y'all |
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Dollar bill y'all |
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Dollar bill y'all |
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Dollar, dollar, dollar |
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Dollar, dollar bill y'all |
