| I don’t have all day to be chillin'
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| Just talkin' shit
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| You done got me out here now
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| I’m tryin' to get off this brick
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| I don’t trust you to be up in your spot
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| Niggas’ll blitz
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| These faces ain’t forbidden right now
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| I’m 'bout to split
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| Look, if you really want 'em
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| They going for 17
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| Other than that
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| I’m driving 'em off in the mail for me
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| Nigga hit me on my hip
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| Back to back
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| Gotta make a St. Rose run
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| Cause lil' one say he got five stacks
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| Rush highway is the best time
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| To hustle for me
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| I hit the I-10
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| Blowin', pickin' up in the east
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| Draws hit
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| But you gotta keep your ears to this street shit
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| Exchangin' numbers with niggas
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| To see what’s the sweet-test deal
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| If it ain’t
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| I’m chalk it up as a loss
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| Forever lookin' for the best shit
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| At minimum cost
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| I move around like some ants in my pants
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| Networkin'
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| You ain’t got what I’m lookin' for
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| I’m movin' on to the next ones
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| (Baby) You know them white folks be comin' round here
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| (Juvenile) Stick and move
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| (Baby) You know them lil' boys got guns round here
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| (Juvenile) Stick and move
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| (Baby) Man they just had a murder round here
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| (Juvenile) Stick and move
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| (Baby) You know them Hot Boys been servin' round here
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| (Juvenile) Stick and move
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| I came in this motherfucker
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| Hundred grand strong
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| And every other month
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| Another hundred adds on
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| Don’t tell me how to spend it
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| Cause a motherfucker grown
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| Now every other month
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| Another Caddy on chrome
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| Nigga
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| I’m sick wit it
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| These niggas heads be bangin'
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| Motherfucker dropped the dime
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| And told the feds be slangin'
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| Can’t tell 'em what they don’t know
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| Like it don’t show
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| And if I lay low
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| A lotta niggas won’t sco'
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| I’m waitin' now
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| I gotta a lotta niggas on post
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| For dope and coke
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| And a lotta niggas want both
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| Get on my cheddar route
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| I’m bout to flood it out
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| Get me a 30 day run
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| Switch to another house
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| And leave the last one
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| For the Feds to investigate it
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| I need another 30 days
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| Francesca made it
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| I told her meet me at the Sheraton
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| Test and waited
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| Now another Caddy roll so I’m ask for 80
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| (Baby) You know them old folks be rattin' round here
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| (Juvenile) Stick and move
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| (Baby) You know them niggas got them gats round here
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| (Juvenile) Stick and move
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| (Baby) They got that dope up in the alley round here
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| (Juvenile) Stick and move
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| (Baby) You know them niggas hit them stashes round here
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| (Juvenile) Stick and move
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| Wodie you must be trippin'
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| Think you gon' catch me slippin'
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| Hit a hustle and come up
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| Never that
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| I pop the clip in
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| Had a feelin' you was plottin'
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| Been waitin' for you to move
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| Ain’t bout takin' no fall
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| Gotta be on my P’s and Q’s
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| You know how the game go
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| It’s either you win or lose
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| Bitch nigga baller blockin'
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| Bitch nigga gotta get blues
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| You know +I Got that Work+
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| And I’m the man on my turf
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| Got everything you need
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| When you come ask for Turk
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| Down where I’m from
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| It’s hot, so +Do Whatcha Do+
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| But to be quick
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| My nigga
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| You gotta stick and move
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| I know you don’t wanna get caught
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| In the midst of the sweep
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| You got caught with that work
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| Nothin' you can say to the police
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| You ride
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| They gon' tell ya
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| Save that for the judge
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| Your third time in front that man
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| So it ain’t no love
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| That’s why
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| When I do sumthin'
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| Ain’t no plan allowed
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| I do the job
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| Get the money
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| Then I head on out
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| (Baby) You know them niggas they be ridin' round here
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| (Juvenile) Stick and move
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| (Baby) You know them niggas quick to try ya round here
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| (Juvenile) Stick and move
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| (Baby) You know them niggas they be dyin' round here
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| (Juvenile) Stick and move
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| (Baby) You know them niggas don’t be lyin' round here
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| (Juvenile) Stick and move
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| I lock it down
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| Powder and brown
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| Get my two-way number playa
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| And on the humble
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| Get your bricks
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| The size of lumber playa
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| It’s all love and I sprazy
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| But when the Feds in
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| We keep our heads in
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| You comprehend?
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| I’m a motherfucking monster
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| In the South bitch
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| I re-up early
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| So I can sprout shit
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| For when the drought hit
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| The block burnin' dawg
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| The thugs thuggin'
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| The drugs runnin'
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| The slugs bustin'
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| In a minute, the bugs comin'
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| The messy hoes talkin'
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| The dope fiends walkin'
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| The fucking law’s stalkin'
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| It’s bigger than what you think
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| See, the hustlin' is a +Way of Life+
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| Cousin, we gotta breathe
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| And in the hood
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| We gotta lotta needs
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| You feel me nigga?
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| So, in the mean
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| While I be showerin'
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| The whole metropolitan
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| Issue out cocaine like scholarships
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| Congratulations
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| Dawg, it’s all fire
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| Not a vict refused
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| But when the law scour in
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| Nigga I sticks and move
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| Ya heard me
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| (Baby) You know them niggas on the grind round here
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| (Juvenile) Stick and move
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| (Baby) You know then niggas slang that iron round here
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| (Juvenile) Stick and move
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| (Baby) The task force pass on time round here
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| (Juvenile) Stick and move
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| (Baby) My own paper my P.O. |
| be tryin' to pass round here
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| (Juvenile) Stick and move
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| (Baby) You know them white folks be comin' round here
|
| (Juvenile) Stick and move
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| (Baby) You know them lil' boys got guns round here
|
| (Juvenile) Stick and move
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| (Baby) Man they just had a murder round here
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| (Juvenile) Stick and move
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| (Baby) You know them Hot Boys been servin' round here
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| (Juvenile) Stick and move |