| My momma sleep off that bottle
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| My pops wet off that sherm
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| Finger waves through the perm
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| 64 on that curb
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| One thing he did he got high
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| Off the bridges he burn
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| Sold dope to get by
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| He flipped my momma check on the first
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| And then he left her with four kids
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| Now she stressing and hurt
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| That nigga out there living big
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| While we like scum to the earth
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| Both of my brothers they were posted off on M with that work
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| Both of them niggas fucked around and went to jail for that work
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| This how I’m living how I’m living
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| This dough I’m with it
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| A young nigga trying to stack a million
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| Because we ain’t got no hotline to feed the children
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| But we got some rock dimes stashed in that Civic
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| Got no time for these bitches
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| That nigga gotta get his cheddar
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| Been down and out, but I’m trying to get this shit together
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| Plotting on pounds but right now I’m down to serve whatever
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| So if you ain’t talking cheddar, bitch I’m Helen Keller
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| Sleep on the floor
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| Roaches in the kitchen
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| Gotta leave them lights on
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| Said that’s how my people living
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| Work on the stove
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| Man we gotta get it
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| Kids need school clothes
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| Said it’s how my people living
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| It’s how my people living (Money low)
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| It’s how my people living (On parole)
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| It’s how my people living ()
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| It’s how my people living (Never fold)
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| Poor and broke
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| So a young nigga gotta die rich
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| For the dough
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| Hit a nigga with that 45 quick
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| For the low
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| You can get it nigga if you’re shopping
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| Selling dope
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| So a dead nigga can go buy a Benz
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| Like I dreamed about I’m trying to live it out
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| With 6 O’s up in my bank account
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| And checks of large amounts
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| Smoking bubble kush by the ounce
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| Until I got cotton mouth
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| So if you that nigga with that clout
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| I’m running in your house
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| Where the dope? |
| Where the pounds?
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| I need a dollar nigga down
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| Robbing niggas like D Bo
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| Tuck your shit when I’m around
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| Stay 100 like Casino
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| Shorty said she love my style
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| Jiggy nigga with that yay
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| Dog I’m trying to run the town
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| Picture like I’m on the mound
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| And they be trying to cash out
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| Because on the first of the month
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| They ‘bout to throw my ass out
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| So I’m on that cash route to get this money up
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| Flip a couple packs then I double up
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| A nigga ain’t shit but a hustler
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| I’d turn my own my cousin to a customer and that’s just because- |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song How We Livin' , by - Joey Fatts. Song from the album Ill Street Blues, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп