| Smoking to help with this paranoia
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| Plotting hard, shit, I gotta get this bread
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| So we on the block, niggas grinding 'round the clock
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| ‘Cause I ain’t got a fucking place to lay my head
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| I got a couple ounces, tryin' to stay up out the feds
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| I got a couple foes that would love to see me dead so I stash chrome
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| And that bitch ready to blow like a saxophone
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| Until you leave them sacks alone I’m here to ransack your home
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| I want it all, nice jewelry and exotic cars
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| Shit, I pray to God but till that come, I’m moving hard
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| Always plot and scheme ‘cause we got dreams of living large
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| Never play ball but I’m the hood shooting guard
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| Prison calls from my niggas upstate
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| Screaming, «Fuck the DEA,» I hope to see y’all one day
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| Yeah we straight, niggas still trapping on the one way
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| With the seven, turn a heated nigga to a cold case
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| Should be in school, instead we on the block
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| Should wanna be a lawyer but instead we want a drop
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| Can’t get a nine to five, so we slinging rocks
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| A couple ounces and a Glock and my niggas is all I got
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| Should be in school, instead we on the block
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| Should wanna be a lawyer but instead we want a drop
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| Can’t get a nine to five, so we slinging rocks
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| A couple ounces and a Glock and my niggas is all I got
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| Time is money, nigga, so pay attention
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| Certified in these streets, you niggas paid admission
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| Youngins chopping rocks before they learn to write a sentence
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| I can’t complain, I’m gettin' change and this the life I’m given
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| I be chillin', sippin', with one to five bitches
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| Now I’m really pitchin', leave that to my side women
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| A fo' fo' on vogues so now a nigga tippin'
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| 187 with the paper, tryin' to make a killin'
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| They tell me I’m the next big thing
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| I’m just excited that I get to think with big things
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| Is it Versace or the mink under Cuban links?
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| Bitches fucking with me don’t even get to greet
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| Stand up guy, nigga, take a seat
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| Before these shells release and put holes in your fleece
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| Gangsta, like Chucks and dickies with a crease
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| All my niggas in the streets, my nigga, to say the least, what’s up?
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| Should be in school, instead we on the block
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| Should wanna be a lawyer but instead we want a drop
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| Can’t get a nine to five, so we slinging rocks
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| A couple ounces and a Glock and my niggas is all I got
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| Should be in school, instead we on the block
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| Should wanna be a lawyer but instead we want a drop
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| Can’t get a nine to five, so we slinging rocks
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| A couple ounces and a Glock and my niggas is all I got |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Emeritus , by - Joey Fatts. Song from the album Chipper Jones Vol. 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп