| Ay real talk nigga dig this
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| I’m serious man
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| Holdin your own is just something, either you do or you can’t
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| Is you a gangster for real, either you is or you ain’t
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| It ain’t both, it can’t be both
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| You either solid and thoroughbred, or you snitch on your friends
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| Either you balling for real, or you leasing your Benz
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| It ain’t both, it can’t be both
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| I’m either ball deep in it or I’ll accept the fact I’m finished
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| Demanding my respect when all these other rappers timid
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| Try me I’ll bust a nigga ass in a minute
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| I’m just dyin' to ain’t bust a nigga ass in a minute
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| I handle my business no mask when i did it
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| Just Latex gloves and trash bags when I’m finished
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| Shit you talk in your rhymes I really know how to do it
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| You braggin about a nine you know you ain’t gon shoot it
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| You know you don’t wanna kill a man
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| But then again scary nigga kill quicka, George Zimmerman
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| And Lord knows I be trying to be the bigger man
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| But one of you niggas try me I’m headed to the pen again
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| Stand up count, razor in my mouth
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| Shank a nigga ass on the yard and I’m out
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| We been know for keeping bails of kush and bricks of hard at the house
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| And we made it out of that what we arguing about nigga?
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| Holdin your own is just something, either you do or you can’t
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| Is you a gangster for real, either you is or you ain’t
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| It ain’t both, it can’t be both
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| You either solid and thoroughbred, or you snitch on your friends
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| Either you balling for real, or you leasing your Benz
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| It ain’t both, it can’t be both
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| Labor Day, Murciélago, everything elegant
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| Somewhere getting paper while pussy niggas irrelevant
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| Double barrel shotty’s with nostrils big as an elephant
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| Leave spiritual and physical floating like you was Heaven sent
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| Black hand jack your face hiding under this beanie
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| Run up in you spot, wish a nigga would, fuck a genie
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| Haters catch execution like Benito Mussolini
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| Fuck the world like a Makaveli son of Misifini
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| Niggas say they banging, when it’s pressure they a businessman
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| You out of bounds, fuck around and get charged like a sentence man
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| You either gangster out you ain’t, fuck thinking about it
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| You and every pussy on you ship gonna end up sinkin out it
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| I die for my reputation get rejected
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| Knowing its a plague of fuck niggas leavin shit infected
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| I’m holding court off in these streets, get your issue swept
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| Jump out on them with this P-90 leave them to plead the fifth
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| You either solid and thoroughbred, or you snitch on your friends
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| Either you balling for real, or you leasing your Benz
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| It ain’t both, it can’t be both
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| Ak-47 to your face, boy im dead wrong
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| Bullet to your dome for niggas thinking they head strong
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| Catch him with them Beats by Dre headsets on
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| If he ain’t listen throw one up in his headphone
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| Haah
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| Which one is you workin?
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| Say you pushing a Benz but you can’t buy your bitch a Birkin
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| You a pussy that’s for certain
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| And everybody feeling me
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| I got these niggas nervous, gorilla nigga really thin
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| Testarosa shit you mad cause im kosher huh
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| Blue diamonds in the charm, look like the ocean huh
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| 50 keys nightly, wrists brightly
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| If you don’t like the way that I’m kickin it come and fight me
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| Keep hollin' about you the man, but your hand out
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| While we was over seas buying keys til they ran out
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| See me in the 'vette tearing up the asphalt
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| Playing with a Hustle Gang nigga knock his ass off
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| Holdin your own is just something, either you do or you can’t
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| Is you a gangster for real, either you is or you ain’t
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| It ain’t both, it can’t be both
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| Business is business, packages shipping
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| No limit on spending, I’m in Fifth and Saks with the women
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| A chemist in kitchens I was cooking crack when a nigga was really 'posed to be
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| timid
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| I really deserve a sentence
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| Bagging bitches is a talent, smart as devoted leaders
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| On probation for ten years and still hold heatas
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| Let a stupid nigga try Spodee, I’mma punch him in his face
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| If I can’t beat him I’mma draw down with a forty
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| And these days bitches wanna bow down and adore me
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| I feed haters shit while eating shrimp, they mouth water
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| I keep potato chips with cheese dip in that order
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| A nigga hate on me I take his bitch past Florida |
| And you know that she ain’t been nowhere
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| I really don’t care, all a nigga really want is some head, I’mma watch your hair
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| I’mma be so fair, I got the whole city ridin with me
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| Sucker niggas playing both sides, I’m straight as a bow tie
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| Point blank dead center, down the middle, bulls eye
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| Get familiar with a real nigga no cosign
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| Stand up guy like the roll tide o-line
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| Protecting my land if you ain’t dying with honors then
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| You less of a man, nigga you a Juwanna-man
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| I came, I saw, I conquered
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| And my only fear is to slip and die on my momma land
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| It’s a jungle man
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| You got rats, you got snakes out here
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| You got lions, you got apes out here
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| These niggas lying they so fake out here
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| Like them dead presidents ??
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| Holdin your own is just something, either you do or you can’t
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| Is you a gangster for real, either you is or you ain’t
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| It ain’t both, it can’t be both
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| You either solid and thoroughbred, or you snitch on your friends
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| Either you balling for real, or you leasing your Benz
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| It ain’t both, it can’t be both |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ain't Both (MLK) , by - Hustle Gang. Song from the album Hustle Gang Presents: G.D.O.D. 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп