| It’s a cold fucking world, getting worse every day
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| We’ve gotta make this money, yeah we’ve gotta get paid
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| No matter how hard times may get
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| I always know where I’m from, I fucking love where I’m at
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| No matter how you’re living, this is the life you’ve been given
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| You gotta hustle for yours until your pockets are fat
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| You gotta know where you’re from, you gotta love where you’re at
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| Pour some liquor out, for the ones we’ve lost
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| But the ones that survive, always keep by your side
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| Till the day that you die, throw your first in the sky
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| REP YOUR HOOD!
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| My friends have always got my back when we walk these streets
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| So I keep them close to my heart like a Jacob Piece
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| We’ll be down till we’re dead in the ground
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| We’re the kings of this shit, you can’t touch this crown
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| No matter how you be living, this is the life you’ve been given
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| You gotta hustle for yours until your pockets are fat
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| You gotta know where you’re from, you gotta love where you’re at
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| Pour some liquor out, for the ones we’ve lost
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| But the ones that survive, always keep by your side
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| Till the day that you die, throw your first in the sky
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| REP YOUR HOOD!
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| From the dirty fucking south to the wild fucking west
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| You gotta hold you and yours down, who gives a fuck about the rest?
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| From the dirty fucking south
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| REP YOUR HOOD!
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| To the wild fucking west
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| REP YOUR HOOD!
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| You gotta hold you and yours down
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| REP YOUR HOOD!
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| Who gives a fuck about the rest?
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| REP YOUR HOOD! |