| aint no hope in the streets, you broke you sell dope
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| all my young niggaz outside hustlin coke
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| know the drama, if you aint sellin crack then its ganja
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| I been through it dun, hittin niggaz two for one
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| pullin guns out and bustin my shits too
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| what? |
| I aint give a fuck
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| I used to get a rush when i bust mine
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| backin up my nickle and dimes
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| goin thru difficult time
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| writin my life story in rhyme
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| but when I look at all the niggas
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| they hit with mad time
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| in proportion with the big king pins it dont fit
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| you could get caught with barely a half a slab
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| and the judge sentence you like you ran the ave
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| I aint plan to get rich fom sellin that shit
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| it was survival
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| my game plan was not to get knocked by 5−0
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| but who am I just a young nigga caught in the mix
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| and if this weed dont sell I’m’a cop me a brick
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| sellin dope, servin weed, we had to hustle to hustle just to eat
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| sellin dope, servin weed, we had to hustle to hustle just to eat
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| its been a minute snce I been in the game
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| some years back I held crack
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| I couldn’t say the same thing
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| ask my niggas bang double and rowley
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| we was trouble got the fiends spot bubbling hot
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| we wouldnt never make a lot
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| I mean not like scarface or nino brown
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| or george bush no matter what you push
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| it was politics and camera tricks
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| very deceptive
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| criminal lies
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| us in fooled with the collective
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| for the most part we don’t own no boats and planes
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| we just cop it from poppi
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| bag it in the cellophane
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| its a family thing
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| you got to hustle all night
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| yo I seen fiends losing they brains for hard white
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| ask my aunt and my brother and my stressed out mother
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| how realistic it gets its sadistic
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| statistics show its sick how we livin
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| the one thing bigger than dope games is prisons
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| one million niggas inside
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| over three million is tied and plus the president lied
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| because the white house is the rock house
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| uncle sam the pusha man
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| this is for my people on the island
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| sellin dope, servin weed we had to hustle to hustle just to eat
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| sellin dope, servin weed we had to hustle just to eat
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| but what we gon do when we caught up and have to face responsibility?
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| (this that ghetto shit, this that ghetto shit)
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| what we gon do when we caught up and have to face responsibility?
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| (this that ghetto shit, this that ghetto shit)
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| out on the block, white tee shirt, army fatigues
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| niggas hold crack in they mouth watchin for D sellin dope, you know how it beez
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| tryin to get that government cheese
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| and the D’s yell freeze
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| seliin dope, white tee shirt, army fatigues
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| niggas hold crack in they mouth watchin for D sellin dope, you know how it beez
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| tryin to get that government cheese
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| and the D’s yell freeze
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| tallahasee up in this bitch
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| my nigga maintain, nimrod
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| my nigga percent, abu
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| my brother troy locked up huey newton rest in peace
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| south rowley, california
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| brooklyn, dean street
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| dead prez 98
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| get it straight
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| and all my family and my whole army
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| get it straight |