| As I preceed to count my dividends
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| Plenty ends that I done made, with plenty bitches
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| With plenty men that they done played, I’m laid back up
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| In the cut with a cup of yak
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| I raise up with all the game that I’ve been holdin back
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| Take your pumps off bitch, let me check out yo heals
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| We pimps from Houston Texas to California for real
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| My pockets hurtin baby, I need some financial love
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| So get where you supposed to and, do
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| What you does, get your facial done baby
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| Do your physic well, no holdin jail over
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| Resent mail, no hoes with no clothes
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| Torn up and ripped apart
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| Domestic violence bitches want out battered and scared
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| You fake hoes take of your drawls take yo pajamas
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| Beat it with a hammer and scrape it across the ground
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| I found a new bitch for MJG, and the Luniz
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| This pimpin got me on cloud 10, I’m feelin zumie
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| Hustlin, It’s in my nature
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| Hustlin, don’t be afraid
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| Hustlin, It’s in my nature
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| Hustlin, don’t be afraid
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| I’m creatin' havok on hood spots
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| The hustle don’t quit until the good stop
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| But don’t sleep we leavin' cars on wood blocks
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| An lookin for could be nots drivin by lookin wide-eyed
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| Gone acid washed jeans T-shirt lookin tyedyed
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| FM beats lettin loose on big trips to Vegas
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| Candy green polly dubbed nips lookin outrageous
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| Big pimpin and panderin, big boostin and gamblin
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| Everything is all good until police start manhandlin
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| Picture me grappled, scrappled, snatched up by yo asshole
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| Indicted on some chump charges that I didn’t even ask for
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| Gettin hastled by wild boys, like gettin lassoed by cowboys
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| Any instructions given he put some more shit on like, now boy
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| Like I’m supposed to jump out my Nikes and start sweatin
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| Boss said anything, I’m makin the plan to start jettin off
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| Oo- ah dont look behind until my shoes stop
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| The only thing on my mind is losin you cop
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| Someone’s knockin at my door, oh, who could it be
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| Big baller with the sawed off choppin off all below your knees
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| I testify, not glorify, when I get high
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| Tell all that listen what I see through my blood shot eyes
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| My peers they die, why, over they set they ride on cheddar cheese
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| On they knees, how, one to the head behind them keys
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| I dip through, the town on a rocket ship sittin on twinkie
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| Smokin sticky, and breathin until my breathe get stinky
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| Pops that pinky, never could seem to get his shit together
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| Ran like DMC, left me livin thougher than leather, teenage eyes
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| Soakin up the streets like a sponge, drugs and guns
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| And freakin hoes seemed to be so fun, from the beginnin
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| I’ve been sittin tryin to be winnin, dissin bitches
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| Fuckin hoes, conversatin with women, workin out
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| Pimp ass nigga since my day of birth, its in my blood nigga
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| I’m gonna hustle till I leave this earth
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| Nigga, it’s in my blood to fuck around with these thugs
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| Straight villans, drug dealin, 38 snuff consume niggas buck pealin
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| I love millions, plus stackin them chips on up to the ceiling
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| Sittin on fat like banks, wit out no scratch and no dank
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| We gettin bank, to set it off like Jada Pinkett
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| In a major way, just witness, business flossin
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| Boss playas kickin champagne wishes before this rap business
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| Playas I went from rags to riches
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| To havin cash and bad ass bitches
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| Since day one, yo nigga been slangin that A-1 yola
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| Hit ups savings, for razor blades and bakin soda, paper
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| Chasin, usin V-12 to swell up the cola, baby just shakin
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| Turnin the liquid form into bolas, I Chef like Raekwon
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| Those friends that wanna blaze
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| One come over, dropped the napalm, until you scream
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| Straight cream on up, coughin up they lungs they come back screamin
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| For more when it’s over, slangin these head rhymes to young soldiers
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| These ??? |
| known as hustlers, nigga
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| (until end) |