| We never had none, now that we got some
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| Everybody want’s piece of our lump sum
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| We strive to reach a million-dollar year income
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| A few hundred thousand a year already been done
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| My big gun bright shots that’ll blow your top
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| Like scared when you hear the loud sound
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| Frowns get broken down niggas ain’t wild
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| Your life on my foul fit to take you out
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| It ain’t safe dunn so I stay with the space gun
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| Ready to waste one, yours or mines
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| Loose dimes in my ass, used to pump for mine
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| Dump for mine, now I mix rap with crime
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| Walk the fine line the 41st side of my bloodline
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| My veins swell my bank well, the fuck you thought
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| You should not rock, take mine we can tap jaws
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| Youse a snake nigga sneaky wanna be me… my dick hard
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| You get scarred deep stomp through the concrete
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| The timbs on my feet been walk these streets
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| I’m a make ends meat while you sleep
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| Infamous M-O-B-B deep we all QB
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| Look here yo we started from the slums and things
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| Now we moved on got an ill team
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| Now we got income niggas wanna get at some
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| Niggas can’t get none, take a step ahead cats be fed up
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| Take a steps back niggas like that
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| Yo I pray for the best that we all gon (na) pop off
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| Just waiting for the right time so we can just take off
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| Plenty obstacles to avoid, niggas pushing big toys
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| Everybody want piece of the lump sum
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| Everybody can’t get none due to the fact
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| We worked for that, yo we worked for our plaques
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| Spaz out on cats, «Infamous minded»
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| Disarm you, your gun you can’t find it
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| Time can be rewinded, fuck being one track minded
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| This the way it go, it’s our time we got to blow
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| Yo it’s fucked up little niggas just was in school
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| Now they on the block scheming on your jewels
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| God what’s this world coming to
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| Still love them niggas, I can’t knock their hustle
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| They going the struggle to survive and stay alive
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| Dunn I did the same thing
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| Pumping cracks to the early morning
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| With a fucking warren, now we touring across the states
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| It’s the realest of the infamous all in your face
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| With big guns ready to kill something at anytime
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| It’s kind of fucked up my brother got four to nine
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| When he come home best believe he gon (na) shine
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| Without pumping dimes once in his life
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| We got an opportunity to grab and the shit is alright
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| We got to keep it tight between each other, that’s how it supposed to be
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| But niggas is grimy, stay fucking trying me and eyeing me
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| Until I get the iron G
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| You want trouble kid
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| I heard enough of y’all thugs talking what you bid
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| Maintain dunn shit is real where we live
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| Everywhere we go ain’t the same as the bridge
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| I been through projects and broke times and broke friends
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| It didn’t mix sit back watch the world spin
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| Too bad you couldn’t look to see the world end
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| You couldn’t look, from here all you seen was crooks
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| Doing jooks, sticking up places running through malls
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| Pulling out tools for the jewels and stores
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| Almost lost my mind couldn’t stop my riches
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| I’ve been thugging for years, catching my mama’s tears
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| Eye to eyes son only prize help me survive
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| The street struggle and thank God for you
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| You’re my number one jewel and that’s why I love you
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| — repeat until fade |