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Yeah, let me count that up right there |
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Real shit, know |
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I mean, you know |
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I mean, what's up |
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Z-Ro Yeah, this a real one, inhale that shit nigga [Hook] |
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Time and time again |
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I get caught up, trying to make those ends |
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In my liiiiiife, cause everything |
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I do Is a criiiiime, what else could |
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I do I would like, to make a change |
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But being broke, will make a nigga stay the same |
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In my liiiiiife, tell me what to do |
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At least I grind, what else could |
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I do [Daz] |
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I never ever ever ever, did nobody ever wrong |
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Will I live, with a nigga be bumping my song |
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Will my soul live, forever or will it be gone |
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Will I journey on, will |
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I journey on |
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My journey was swift and thick |
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Came up in the game, slanging these rhymes to get rich |
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Fifty thousand, to a hundred thousand |
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I perfected my housing, now me and my niggas is cold cold lounging |
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Roll a Five |
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Hundred Wagon, we blasting the morgue |
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Cause body bagging, back to the hood cause we sagging |
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I ain't asking for no handout, see my demands bout |
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That's when |
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I planned out, see |
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I just cash out |
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Make sure it's all there, |
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Dat Nigga |
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Daz out Now |
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I'm swerving and swerving nigga, without a doubt |
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It's just another day, just for the |
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D-A-Z Or it just another day, got me just being a |
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G Be so easily spoken, my minds are open |
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My eyes are open, |
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I keep smoking |
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And spilling that mud leaning, me and my niggas we super thugs |
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Bitch, who the fuck that you thought it was [Hook] [Z-Ro] |
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I'ma pledge allegiance, to this crooked ass game |
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Walking backwards through this rhythm this nation, without a name |
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I don't need to be known, |
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I just to be living like it |
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Cause I come from |
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Holiday, there's no other prison like it |
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I fuck with niggas like |
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Chill, and the |
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Don Keke Cause not only are they killas, they be about they currency |
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Somebody told me |
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Z-Ro, get your ass up and go |
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Get a job but my job, got to be filling out applications it's hard |
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For a young black male, to stack male |
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But do it legal, without the help of a crack sale |
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That's asking too much, cause my people having it rough |
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That's just your ghetto, everyday average stuff |
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From California to |
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Texas, people are restless and they starving |
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Like predators after the prey, they gon come barging |
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Just like the police, you might as well call us the |
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Fed Because we running shit undercover, but making our bread [Hook] [Thug Dirt] |
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I'm trying to make it, but the world want me to take it |
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Sticky sticky |
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I'm getting stuck, in a crazy situation |
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Should I get a job a car and a wife, or chrome with cookies |
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On the corner, this is my life |
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I often wish it was easy, but the road so cold |
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I make one and pay three, |
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I gots to make two mo' |
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And coming short don't add up, niggas wanna agg' up |
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Uncock the gun lil' nigga, put the mask up |
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I ain't killing no mo', |
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I gots to find another way |
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I got people locked down, ain't seen the light of day |
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I'm struggling right now, |
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I still gots to get paid |
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God please help me, men my wicked ways |
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I'm trudging through the mud, trying to make it to the concrete |
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But I'm sinking, can't see my feet |
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Thug Dirt guilty or acquitted, |
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I'ma push it to the limit |
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In the dark, hit the lights so |
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I could finish, yeah [Hook] |