| One more nigga on the run
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| I just can’t handle this, born in the land of the scandalous
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| Thirteen years of age at the time
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| Moms is kicking me, I gots to get mine
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| I load up my strap, map out my plan
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| Choose my victim, then motherfucker stick him
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| One more point that got scored for the…
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| Up to no damn good, understood
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| Steps is getting low so I gots to get some more
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| Loads up the K, breaks out the back door
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| You know the routine, so run fool, here we go Say back channel, keep your motherfucking hands up on the dash
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| And gives up the cash
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| One time is making a move on my ass
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| But I ain’t sweating it cause ain’t shit funny
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| Because it’s all for the money
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| I gots to get mine, so I’m a take yours (Repeat 2x)
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| Just call me the come up kid
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| Hard times kicking it in the CPT
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| So that means I gotta do what I gotta do And if you ain’t down with the Hype, fuck you
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| You’re coming up short when I slang
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| So when I hit your corner, you’re gonna be a goner
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| Nigga duck when my nine starts to buck
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| In it for the snaps so I’m crazy as fuck
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| I should be laying low cause one time is real hot
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| Need to make a nine so I rush your spot
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| And it’s like that when I got the philly
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| If you don’t care someone else does the killing
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| So when you hit the end of the road ain’t no turning back
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| I done signed a hood lifetime contract
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| Jacking and packing cause ain’t shit funny
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| Because it’s all for the money
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| I gots to get mine, so I’m a take yours (Repeat 2x)
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| Uh oh, there goes another beep on the beeper
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| One time sleep on the fucking night creeper
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| Trying to show stop on the sales
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| Pull fake braids but I still gets paid
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| Just say no? | 
| Fuck the TV
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| Trying to push the shit cause the weight is exceed
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| See me for the blast, Five-oh fly in fast
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| Mad cause I’m making more cash than they ass
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| Now I lay low in the cut
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| Label me the nigga with the fucking gangsta strut
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| Every hooptie got gold license plates
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| my birds fly out throughout the fucking states
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| Now my other half is telling me I’d better quit
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| But I ain’t through in this shit, so I guess this is it
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| I’ll be dead before I go out like a dummy
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| (Why's that, G?) Cause it’s all for the money
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| I gots to get mine, so I’m a take yours (Repeat 6x) |