| I left school and went to sell coke at lunch time
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| Ever since a lil nigga I been gettin' mine
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| I seen real niggas die up in the ghetto
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| Wrap him up in the sheet and dig the hole with a shovel
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| Bangas out the window, I been ridin' with the devil
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| Niggas get smacked but the coke still yellow
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| Weed still movin', bitches still choosin'
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| If I ever bounce out trippin', believe I’m gon' use it
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| I see a lot of tough talk but don’t nobody prove it
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| If you ever think I’m broke, nigga, you hella stupid, stupid
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| You niggas worser than these fuckin' groupies
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| We was sellin' coke like the boat movie, movie
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| My connect say I’m his best student, student
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| You talkin' money then I speak it fluent, fluent
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| You talkin' money then I speak it fluent, fluent
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| Funk season’ll leave your block in ruins
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| I ain’t got nothin' but gangstas, killa niggas all around me
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| All around me
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| Murder for hire, they get the job done
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| But they gon' charge you a fee, charge you a fee
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| I ain’t got nothin' but dope dealin', hustlin' niggas all around me
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| All around me
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| We gon' weigh in on the brick and break it down, we all gon' eat
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| All gon' eat
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| Kept my mouth closed, kept my ears open
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| Squeeze first, that’s how you survive in West Oakland
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| Cokeland, California where the dope made
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| Real killas made a livin' off the D game
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| Before they ever get a job, they’ll jack and rob
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| You doin' good then you better thank the game god
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| 'Cause these white folks, they’ll do you like you Trayvon
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| Lately I been gettin' to the green like I’m dre mob
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| You ain’t ever changed up on me, you my day one
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| Real niggas know it take one to know one
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| Certified 10th shit, I been A1
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| And everywhere I go you know I keep a gun
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| These bullets heard, they gettin' shot, ain’t no fun
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| Kedr on my lap with the cinnamon bun
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| And them lil niggas with me, they gon' slide for fun
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| And them lil niggas with me, they gon' murder for fun, pussy boy
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| I ain’t got nothin' but gangstas, killa niggas all around me
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| All around me
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| Murder for hire, they get the job done
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| But they gon' charge you a fee, charge you a fee
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| I ain’t got nothin' but dope dealin', hustlin' niggas all around me
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| All around me
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| We gon' weigh in on the brick and break it down, we all gon' eat
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| All gon' eat |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song All Around Me , by - J. Stalin. Song from the album On Behalf of the Streets 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп