| Put me off in any hood, I bet chu' I’ma survive
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| 365 reasons to stay alive
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| In this jungle, lies be the king of these streets
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| But even the lies be runnin' from the crooked police
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| It ain’t no peace cause they got the hood split up in sections
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| Violate the wronge set and they comin' with techs
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| There ain’t no questions be asked, no bullies gettin' mad
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| Just killers on a task, and units bein' blast
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| With no remorse, I done seen it plenty of times
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| So I take it to my room and write plenty of rhymes
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| About the dirty game, thangs ain’t the same no mo'
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| They try to stick together, just ain’t what they claim no mo'
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| So hit the floor when they hit the door, give up them sacks
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| Everybody’s got a posse so they robbin' in packs
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| On the attack and they keep gun runnin' like wood
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| And respect is something that chu' gotta earn in the hood
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| It’s all good in my neighborhood
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| We out hustlin' doin' thangs y’all wish y’all could
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| We in this game, gettin' money and we livin' good
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| Stayin' real to the end like we know we should
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| It’s all good
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| It’s all about the money, gettin' paid is an every day job
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| And we connected, makin' moves like a heavyweight mob
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| And well respected, the hood is gonna make you or break you
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| And livin' and learnin' through all the drama that it’ll take you
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| Keep you focused on reality, deep in the thoughts
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| Tryin' to count for every penny that you keep in the vault
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| So keep your yoks and still watch ya back
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| Cause in the hood your own friends will be the one to jack
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| Knowin' crosses is comin' throughout my whole nature
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| Takin' losses and dealin' with all this play hation
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| Steady chasin' that cheese and hangin' out with G’s
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| Fuck what cha' sayin' bout gankin' and doin' robberies
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| I’m just tryin' to survive and keep myself alive
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| See I’m all about hustlin' can’t work no 9 to 5
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| I’m stay thuggish not ruggish off in that hood
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| Steady tryin' to maintain and keep the paper good
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| You gotta watch ya back cause them killers be havin' jacks
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| They travel in packs and they quick to pull them gats
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| Ain’t no time for negotiatin'
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| Just give up for good, look at the occupation
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| I run in numbers before the drama even kicks off
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| Duckin' and dodgin' from all them shots they done let off
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| I see it all the time in my neighborhood
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| Robbin' murder and madness but still the paper’s good
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| I keep my mind on money and block out the pain
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| Ya see depression, deprivin' can drive ya mind insane
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| I’m trapped in this game and it ain’t one way out
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| I strugglin' and strivin' to keep my pockets stout
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| See I’m tryin' to stay Southern, ain’t no love for cowards
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| On the block steady hustlin' and don’t cha' doubt us
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| I’m always down for my hood like I know I should
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| Gettin' plenty of money like I knew I could |