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I be thinking bout' a whole lotta ways of getting paid |
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And got a lot of ways of getting mine, all the time |
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If you got it, then |
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I want it, that shit don't stop |
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Let me get that out ya' nigga |
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Still we closing down shop |
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And taking hits at the same time, trying to maintain my ends |
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Fuck a benz, |
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I'm trying to get a |
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Land Rover |
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Riding down |
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Magnolia, hit the horn at the real soldiers |
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Fuck the ones who wanna see me dead all over in |
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Angola Have 'em saying "Damn, that boy done came up, he done got famous" |
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And "I know you couldn't test that nigga, cause he was on that dust" |
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Yeah I caught a joce, but that just was my wake up call |
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A year and 6, back in town with a lot of rounds |
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They said |
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I'm tripping, |
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I've got a gift that |
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God gave me |
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I'll be slipping, |
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I'm crazy, |
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I'm a hustler [hook] |
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Hustlin' is a habit, we gots to get our paper |
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Straight mob niggas, touching 6 figures on these capers [x4] |
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I be an artist like |
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Picasso, when it come to these jacks |
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Flood my nostrils with this powder, boy you surf to get wet |
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I need it all in one pop, cause boy my habit can't wait |
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Get tough, kiss this |
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M-11, and quality on like a safe |
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See, my trigger finger's shaky, got a bad taste in my mouth |
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See my nose starting to run and that mean that time bout' out |
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You know the ghetto's trying to kill me |
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Thats why |
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I'm giving it to you raw |
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Fuck what you heard about a nigga, and believe what you saw |
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Since life or death in these streets, and my seeds gotta eat |
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The lord gave law to the land |
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The strong survive by the weak |
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Don't play no games, cause |
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I'm tweaking, and you know whats next |
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Get ass-hole |
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Luke out on the floor, oh yeah come up out that there |
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Rolex Thats on the |
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G to the H to the |
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O-S-T Hustlin' is a habit and there ain't no cure for me [hook x4] |
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FUCK PEACE, its a violent society |
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I'm lacking the currency, but shit |
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I need the bread so |
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I can eat |
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Cops stop it, they don't purify the streets, nigga from |
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Smack Meets |
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Cause I tell it how it be |
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Some dope fiends owe me, so they got they ass beat |
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Such a cold world, wicked ghetto tragedy (your telling me) |
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I got soldiers with forces and traits from |
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Angola Pelican fate, meal quick at your atrophy |
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Tell me why it has to be, cause |
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I'm a G So many fake ass hoes and foes |
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Thats how the world goes |
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Billy Block owed double kilos, she load the steel-o |
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We on the |
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D-low Don't make me push it aside like |
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Rico We getting money in my |
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Bubblelaud |
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Benz [?] and |
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Magnolia Slim |
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Boy, why these suckers try to do me |
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Why they mad |
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Cause I'm influenced by niggas who make they own movies |
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While you acting moody, |
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Crooked pass me the tooly |
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I'm a tuck 'em farther down till they do me |
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They be shining like |
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African rubies |
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I'ma a real hustler nigga.... [hook] |
