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Yeah |
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This joint right here is goin out to everybody gettin money |
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I mean the real cream |
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All up and down the east and west coast |
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Check it *echoes* |
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Chorus: repeat 2x |
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Hustlin is the key to success |
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Money is the key to sex |
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The life is gettin cash, drinkin mo', gettin blessed |
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The games people play |
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The names people slay |
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It's just another ordinary day |
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One's for the cash, two's for every blunt's ash |
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Three's for all the 40 brews goin to cruise the bowel |
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Four's for the drugs, sex, and power |
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I be the top dolla scala, rockin gold collars |
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While you tryin to sip the juice, i'm takin swallows |
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Step into my zone and get blown, ? internationally known |
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Yeah, in case you haven't heard the rep |
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Have an appetite for beef and get, hand fed led |
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Rapid-fire echoes through your, vicinity |
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Why you messin with this ***** from trinity? |
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For every shell that fell, there's a story to tell |
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But it's a fine line between grapevines and pines |
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Knahmean? there's no room for snitches and loud ******* |
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But it's always room for riches and deep ditches |
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That's how it be in this everlasting game |
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Declaring war on ****s, and leavin chumps slain |
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So maintain, and put the frontin to a rest |
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Or today'll be the grand openin of your chest |
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Success, triple beam, knahmean? |
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Dolla dolla bill |
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Chorus |
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The streets are full of vengeance, and it's expensive |
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If you don't organize your words right in your sentence |
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Twelve gauge holes take souls and lives are lost |
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Who said an arm and a leg was a high cost to toss? |
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Things are done different, in my zip code |
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Hollow tips implode, dum-dums explode |
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Now your crew is screamin like they see demons when i reload |
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You can't comprehend, act like you want it for clarity |
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I'm pu*******n wigs, handin out jigs like charity |
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You best to get your groove on, or get moved on |
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Or play the hot steppa, and die with your shoes on |
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I collects ass and cash |
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While my crew consumes liquor and hash, and keep the stash |
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Whether, hustlin or dustin we get busy with ours |
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T.s., t.a.t., respect for miles |
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The bronx is the turf, south is the area |
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Bring ten, bring twenty, the more guns the merrier |
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Nobody's bad as me, no cops nabbin me |
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Front if you dare and i'll change your whole anatomy |
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For real... uh! |
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Chorus (repeat to fade) |
