| I got the new 'Face tape I’m about to, pop in the deck for you niggas
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| Turn up your radios
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| You’re down and out, money funny, you hustle and die
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| On the verge of pawnin your jewelry and sellin your ride
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| Somebody shoulda told him ain’t no life in these streets
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| You only out here 'til you touch it, when you touch it you eat
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| Niggas done took too many chances shovelin snow
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| And ended up facin a lifetime for tryin to sco'
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| I’m givin livin definitions on the subject of dope
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| One week he back on his feet, the next he’s WHOA
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| I was a 70's baby, raised in the 80's
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| I was barely touchin 16 when shit got crazy
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| I remember in the 80's, me and pop would ride
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| Now we conversate on acres we’s about to buy
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| He had already been what I’m about to go through
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| Told me ain’t no sense in gamblin if you gamble to lose
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| If you made twelve dollars, you put seven away
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| And lived off the five, and never ever fuck with your safe
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| But when
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| When he hustle and he robbin'
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| That’s when niggas start plottin'
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| And when you niggas start plottin'
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| Us country niggas start mobbin', mobbin'
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| I’m bout my paper, these other niggas slang for the sport
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| Like unaware tomorrow ain’t promised, the game is too short
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| I’ve witnessed niggas get it all and give it away
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| Gettin back was out of the question, they lived for today
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| Then the hunger pains start up, then the murderous plots
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| To set up, they fuckin homeboy to get what he got
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| I mean the ones he broke the bread with, the ones you don’t want
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| To be the ones fuckin your girlfriend the moment you out
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| I know the street game backwards, forwards, sideways
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| It used to be an honest hustle back then but nowadays
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| It’s cutthroat, that’s fucked up, niggas want they come up
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| So bad they’ll take the .357 and smoke they brother
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| A damn shame; |
| but, that’s the way the game go
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| A chance niggas is takin especially if they slang dope
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| I’ve been in that position, back in the day
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| In fear of my homie hittin' my head to crack in my safe
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| And that’s when
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| When ya hustle ain’t evolvin
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| That’s when niggas start starvin
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| And when you niggas start starvin
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| That’s when you niggas start robbin (when these niggas start robbin)
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| When these niggas got problems
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| That’s when niggas start plottin
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| And when you niggas start plottin
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| Us country niggas start mobbin — mobbin
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| So listen up my niggas, and I ain’t tryin to preach
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| I’m just tellin it from my side 'cause I’m in the streets
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| I done been there, done that, seen a whole neighborhood
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| Destroyed by the government bein tipped off by one rat
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| He caught a dope case and they threatened him with time
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| He get his own fuckin people jammed and he take the five
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| That’s the shit there; |
| they ain’t even catch him with dope
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| But they gave him thirty-five years 'cause the nigga done spoke
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| Snitchin, that’s a motherfucker, watch what you say
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| You don’t know no-motherfuckin-body, nigga, you lame
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| Watch your so-called homeboys, keep to yourself
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| Stay away from niggas gettin caught that get out of jail
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| Don’t talk about your business, keep yo' thoughts in yo' head
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| And this game it got a paper trail, watch where ya spend
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| Don’t write down names and numbers, it’s a memory thing
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| Never shit where ya sleep, keep the crib out of range
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| And plus you never let these niggas know where you stay
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| 'Cause when the push turns to a shove, they hittin your safe
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| True motherfuckin' game, true motherfuckin' game
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| When ya hustle ain’t evolvin'
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| That’s when niggas start starvin'
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| And when you niggas start starvin'
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| That’s when you niggas start robbin'
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| When these niggas got problems'
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| That’s when niggas start plottin'
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| And when you niggas start plottin'
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| Us country niggas start mobbin', mobbin' |