| Step out on my corner with my box of rocks
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| Drama covers my hood from blocks and blocks
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| See my homie that I hang with
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| Hit him up with the deuce thumb thang shit
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| Back then it came with the love and niggas wasn’t trippin over scratch
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| Cause we took turns and we both stacked stacks
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| And if you had a customer you had him for life
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| Cause Brad the true hustler granted you right
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| Cause if you gonna pack leaves then you got to get along
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| And he who disagrees then got to get him gone
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| Cause if you start to get paid then niggas wanna flex
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| And ain’t no squabbling these days so niggas brought the tech
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| And when they find you they sending you to immortal ground
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| And ain’t no coming back from that shit you going down
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| Now you history with the quickness cause you was
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| Fuckin up the business
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| Now what a way to end a friendship shouldve finished
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| Cause ain’t no love for pause in this game
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| Nigga I’m relentless leaving your moms in the pain
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| If your ass had to get got then I got your ass
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| Rude boy mishandled the stock so I popped your ass
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| I’m so for doe that my mind flows in it for life
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| That I’m down to let my mind go get it tonight
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| No understanding when I’m hustling
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| Because in life all I understood was hustling cause I was struggling
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| Muscling anything in the way
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| Of me seeing first motherfuckin light of the day
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| Chorus: repeat 2X
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| My pockets ain’t hurting thats for certain
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| You see a broke muthafucker it’s a burden
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| I’m the first muthafucker on the block for the cheese
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| And I’m the last muthafucker to leave
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| There was some niggas selling dope down the street I know
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| You make a left they on the right third white house from the liquor store
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| You can’t miss it cause they be cappin
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| Pretty cars in the yard
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| Walkie talkies and security guards
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| Them muthafuckers had money out the ass and it was evident
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| By the way they dressed and flashed
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| Meanwhile I’m on the outside looking in
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| I got to get them mutha fuckers how can I win
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| Three a.m. coming from the club caught the pussies
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| Me and four niggas hiding in the bushes
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| Jumped out like the jumpout boys with them Glocks and gauges
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| (whew) You should’ve saw them niggas faces
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| Bitches get butt naked is what I ordered
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| Open the door get on the floor they was slaughtered
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| (they was slaughtered)
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| Cause once inside we didn’t need em
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| We knew where the scratch was located six months before we raided
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| And ain’t feel nothing for their family
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| Cause in this life you take the bitter with the sweet or your gambling
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| Nigga I’m busting anything in the way
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| Of me seeing first muthafuckin light of the day
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| Now you can say what you want about my persona
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| But don’t let me hear you or I’m gon' freak you out like Madonna
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| Sneak up on put my gat to your stomach squeeze the trigga
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| So close them eyes cause youse a dead ass nigga
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| Motherfuckers say I’m wrong because I feel this way
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| But my environment taught me how to deal this way
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| And if I kill this way then thats the way I got to go
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| Cause everything you reap in life you got to sow
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| But I don’t care about the paid down the road from a fool
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| I’m living for today but if tomorrow comes cool nigga
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| If you think you want to meddle with this
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| Bring your ass to the square and we can settle this shit
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| I’m going pop pop pop til your head start swelling
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| Pop pop pop till your ass start smelling
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| You cried when your grandma died that was real
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| But you ain’t got to cry no more you going to see her
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| And newcomers get dealt with
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| Cause you can’t get paid if you ain’t part of my clique nigga
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| I’m bustin anything in the way
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| Of me seeing first muthafuckin light of the day |