| I don’t know how you live, but how I live, I don’t step out the house unless
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| I’m going to get some fucking paper
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| There’s only two things to do when you step out the house: That’s either get
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| some paper, or die trying.
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| Raised in it, and I lived in it
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| No way to win it, but I’m still in it
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| Scared money, don’t eat, nigga
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| Beast mode, so I feast, nigga
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| The game’s shook, it’s Young Bo$$ the Kansas City crook
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| And I don’t fuck with bigs, nigga, the Big Bad Wolf
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| Hustle hard, and loyalty: That’s all I constitute
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| If you ain’t talkin' money, then nigga it’s fuck you like a prostitute
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| But if you talkin' benjamins, I’m cummin' like an ejaculation
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| Test me, I empty the whole clip like an evacuation
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| Money still the conversation, when money talks, I’m all ears
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| Switchin' gears, hit the club, then bottles pop like New Years
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| No fear, gotta rush and chop like I’m from Moscow
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| Let off five shots with five niggas, I need five towels
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| Milk the game like five cows 'till money’s sittin' in five 'Pal's
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| If I get caught and go to trial, I’m pleadin' amendment five now
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| If you a witness, I’m takin' you out of the game like you got five fouls
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| Watch your back, cause I-O-U like three of the five vowels
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| Fuck that it’s time to switch it up
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| I’m high as fuck and drunk with a pistol tucked
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| I’m in traffic just like the morning rush
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| And I’m the shit, when I hop out, toilets flush
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| Bo$$
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| Doe-Rey-Me
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| Money minded, motivational
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| Appetite, I’m insatiable
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| Don’t blame me
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| Gritter grinding, I’m greedy, nigga
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| Fuck the talk and just feed me, nigga
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| Doe-Rey-Me
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| Raised in it, and I lived in it
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| No way to win it, but I’m still in it
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| Don’t blame me
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| Scared money, don’t eat, nigga
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| Beast mode, so I feast, nigga
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| Listen here, let me teach you something
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| That nigga livin' don’t owe you nothing
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| Block niggas, we come from nothin'
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| Take these scraps and make 'em somethin'
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| That’s the way it was told to me
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| Think about it, it was sold to me
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| Laughin' 'bout how these hoes would be
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| Talkin' bout how it’s supposed to be
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| Little buddy, try’na walk’n my shoes
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| Shed no blood, I ain’t paid no dues
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| Fuck with me and I’ll fuck with you
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| Loyalty for just a few
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| Take this package and distribute
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| Pay your debts and follow suit
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| Link up a team, hustlers with dreams
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| Killer gorillas that’ll die for you
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| Eye for eye, we ride together
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| We eat together, we’ll die together
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| Always, any type of weather
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| Blood line can never be severed
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| Blood in, nigga, blood out
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| We beat these streets 'till they bled out
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| Beat these streets to the bread count
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| Get your bread out 'fore the feds pounce
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| Work this shit like a nine to five
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| Hustle, hustle, always keep it in drive
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| Hustle, hustle, help your people survive
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| Hustle, hustle, get your piece of the pie
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| Dream big, nigga, reach for the sky
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| Many dreams in these gutters have died
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| Spread your wings and take your flight
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| Fearin' nothing, now chase the light
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| Doe-Rey-Me
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| Money minded, motivational
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| Appetite, I’m insatiable
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| Don’t blame me
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| Gritter grinding, I’m greedy, nigga
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| Fuck the talk and just feed me, nigga
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| Doe-Rey-Me
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| Raised in it, and I lived in it
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| No way to win it, but I’m still in it
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| Don’t blame me
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| Scared money, don’t eat, nigga
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| Beast mode, so I feast, nigga
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| Don’t blame me, I’m a product of the painting
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| A fragment of a faint dream
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| I’m a song that niggas can’t sing
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| Forty-one-eleven blam team
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| Twenty-seven-hundred champion
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| Still involved with them same niggas that’ll pull up and do the damn thing
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| That’s all sides, got family ties that’ll all ride
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| Death dealers in different colors, they my brothers, ya’ll all die
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| No lie I’m truth tellin'
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| Got niggas gellin' cause dudes' yellin'
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| Snuggled up to them same people that’d shoot you down and recruit felons
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| Ya’ll can have it, I’m done with it
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| Don’t me, follow none, nigga
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| Do it all for them funds, nigga
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| I’m turnt up like a young nigga
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| Best to watch your tongue, nigga
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| I yank it out 'fore you done, nigga
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| That tough talk’ll get fucked off
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| Touch jaw, and I won, nigga
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| I pledge allegiance to the people
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| Power to the unequal, courageously fighting evil
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| We hustle like it’s the sequel to barely makin' a livin'
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| For family it ain’t no livin', I get it chasin' my vision
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| Doe-Rey-Me
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| Money minded, motivational
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| Appetite, I’m insatiable
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| Don’t blame me
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| Gritter grinding, I’m greedy, nigga
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| Fuck the talk and just feed me, nigga
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| Doe-Rey-Me
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| Raised in it, and I lived in it
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| No way to win it, but I’m still in it
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| Don’t blame me
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| Scared money, don’t eat, nigga
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| Beast mode, so I feast, nigga |