| These are cold days, for real
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| Had to smack him in his face
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| With the cold steel
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| Outside late night
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| In that stormy weather
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| Like whatever
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| How we through the ghetto
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| Wear a nigga through his leather
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| Coke snatch the hottest show S.L.K.
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| Nine eight forthin’you show me the stash
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| Pump him in his chest
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| Then I smash
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| Damn near losing control
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| But I maintain like a crow
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| Behind the wheel with a murder case
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| No mistakes
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| In the brain
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| Come follow me And see what I see muthafucka
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| I gotta hustle in the rain
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| So I stay focused with my eyes on the prize
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| Niggas ain’t livin’right
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| One: I’m a ball till I die
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| Armani stacks will beat the set
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| When ya’ll realize
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| Your next step could be death
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| Because it’s do or die
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| So who are you, who am I Do ya’ll niggas really know
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| Black on black crimes
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| Blessed with my nine
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| It’s savage grind until I go Knock into yo dome split
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| Callin’the shots
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| Fallin’yay spot to spot
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| Hood’s crawlin’with narcs
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| Couple rocks is what I manage
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| I’m investin’my chips in the game
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| I chip to kicks and I flip
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| Fuck the fame |
| It’s gettin’deep
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| Niggas is out for my pain
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| I put a depth on a nigga’s weapon
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| Choke his ass in the game
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| All in the rain nigga
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| My niggas know
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| And I won’t see him in the game
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| I used to go outside nigga hustle in the rain
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| I try to pray to repent on my sins
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| But the pain was so intense
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| I didn’t think it would help
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| I’m still searching for the knowledge of self
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| Snatchin’my check up off the shelf
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| I’ve done adapted to this environment
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| Now they can’t stop me A Mob Figga
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| Military tactics menace to society
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| One of the chosen five
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| That lead immortal lives
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| Snatchin’all the product
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| Breakin’every bone in the closet
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| I’m out to get the data
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| The top secret information got me took
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| I’m bendin’every law in the book
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| I fled the scene with two nines in the air
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| Sereal number scraped with no trace
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| And known to race
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| To get this pace
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| Imported weapons
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| Army fatigues and body vests
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| I’m restin', for armageddon, with the illuminati
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| Tales of Demias, Twentieth century, raised right
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| It’s third war!
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| Busted hinges and broken doors |
| Interrogation and infiltration on the five figaz
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| And I’m a hustle in the rain until I die nigga
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| I used to hustle all night long
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| Pullin'24 hours
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| Livin’my life wrong
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| Stickin’to movin’and pushin’zones
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| Flashin’that white chrome
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| Flashin’lights on
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| I’m postin’in the rain
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| And fin to pay a dopefiend’s brain
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| When I hit my niggas up They see that boy done went insane
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| Then hit a lick for the caine
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| Then skiped town on the money train
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| When he get back
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| Ain’t gon’be no get back
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| Sat back on the train like the mack
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| Chokin’on the sack
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| Cuz it gets stormy in this rainy season
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| We ain’t gone sign no treason
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| Just find another reason to leave 'em bleedin'
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| No breathin', body cold
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| This must be the El Nio
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| But I hear my cousins
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| They was dumping up on me
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| With much impression
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| Impression on this timber
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| With the Smith and Wesson lesson
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| Is what I’m givins a fuck the shit you dressin'
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| He confessin'
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| Trying to search some game but uhh
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| I’m serving pain nigga
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| In the rain figga
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| You know I’m hustling
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| I used to hustle in the rain |
| Holdin’it down
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| Feel my pain
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| See fake niggas pushing cakes nigga
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| They’ll never deal the game
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| Peep the hostage situation
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| The little nigga and the fo’fifth
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| Junior facin’united and blood plotted
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| Got it twisted I admit it Kind of liked it when I did it Now it’s official
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| Even though I knew they couldn’t fuck wit it
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| I’m a product of this shit I spit
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| It’s the life I’m livin'
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| Take a look at the car I was given
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| My mama’s gold chains
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| Most of the time I called the dosia
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| The ghetto child I’ll always own
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| Fear of the hope of being chosen
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| But the world is my opponent
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| We all want it If you never had it And get up on it then we fallin'
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| And if I out the game
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| Then all my hoes will be hunted
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| My goal’s to see Figaz in the rain
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| Gettin’blunted
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| I’m hustlin’in the rain nigga
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| This ya’ll nigga
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| At the time of this recording he’s here
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| But he ain’t here no more
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| Sometime that’s how it go |