| Thug passion have a nigga on ten
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| Fucking steady hatin' on me
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| Let me live my shit nigga, flick my whip nigga
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| Rock my jewels, Chi-town, fuck y’all haters
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| Yeah get that money nigga
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| Chorus:
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| My life
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| Why you can’t just let me live? |
| (bounce that ass shorty)
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| My life, I’ll lie for my niggas, I’ll die for my niggas
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| Yeah my life, everybody wanna be a big shot
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| My life, why you can’t just let me live?
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| My life, my, my, my, my
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| Cap to the one, young nigga, rap be the bomb
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| Back to the guns, niggas through ice at their mouths
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| Fuckin' with thugs, have y’all niggas lowded with slugs
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| In the creep, body stankin nigga covered with bugs
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| See I’m a true to life nigga, the screw your wife nigga
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| A baller, indorsement, ecko and nikes nigga
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| Shit, you right nigga, I’m cocky as hell
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| So fuck you, I still be a million copies in sell
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| Infact im 4 plat, still on the block with my hat broke back
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| Like a nigga sold crack
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| Step the game up, I had to take the gold back
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| And I ain’t hatin' nigga but your game is so wack
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| I smack motherfuckers |
| Jack motherfuckers
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| Cock back? |
| and blast motherfuckers
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| See I hate fake niggas, slash cake niggas
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| Thugs for there girl but they really hate niggas
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| Raw type I hit it with a 38 niggas
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| From the chest, to the nose, to you face nigga
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| I used to have big niggas, doe made us split up
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| Now I’m Cap dolo, rap solo, mac photos, big guns, and I act loco
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| What the fuck you wanna do, you act broke hoe, for the doe
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| Life’s a bitch, reason why I don’t trust these chicks
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| Big body six, sittin on flicks, chain down to my dick
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| Rock iceberg, like it ain’t shit, and close shop
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| Everytime I spit, these niggas is bitch
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| Talking loud like you niggas is shootin again
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| You motherfuckers steady making me rich, can I live, yeah
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| I 44 clap niggas, spit rap niggas
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| Bitch slap niggas slash kidnapp niggas
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| Stort motherfuckers for their jewels and their chain
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| Shoes and their caine
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| That’s the rules to this game
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| Cap-One nigga, I lock your spots
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| And while y’all niggas dodge your shots
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| I’m coppin yatchs, toppin' charts (number one)
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| Just let the doe stacked where the tro at |
| Play my game fat, you will never get your hoe back
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| C-One king of the city
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| When I die burry me jiggy between makaveli and biggie
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| All my life, I’ve been lustin' for doe
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| And pray to god for the day that I blow
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| It’s all that a hustla knows
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| Let’s get this money baby
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| For my baller ass niggas
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| My, my, my, my, my, my… life
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| Let me live
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| (Fade) |