| In these times we gotta hustle cause our pockets be hurt
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| Lil niggas wanna get fronted from who got work
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| Is she ready for that, you wanna wash the bus
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| Let a nigga know where they at so ain’t no stoppin' us
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| If you handle yo business right I’ma promote yo ass
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| You bitch out and try to kite I’ma come smoke yo ass
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| The shit that I’m givin' you they tryin' blood ta get
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| The vicks be runnin' through because they love the shit
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| So don’t come with that no one buy it the shit was poo
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| Niggas tried ta rob me nobody was comin' through
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| Snitches I can’t have that
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| Bitches I can’t have that
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| Riches you can have that
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| Just bring me my cash back
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| Look its all gravy with me go head and shine
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| That’s how you play it with me ya big tyme
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| All I want is the Gs
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| With a trunk full of keys
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| A Benz on twenties
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| You got something you can lend me
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| Shit nigga I ain’t doing nothin' for me for free
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| Can’t put no trust in you niggas cuz yall be tryin' ta run G
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| Cause I don’t like dreamin' 'bout makin' no cheese
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| Wanna see my muthafuckin' bank account O.D.ed
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| Until then I’ma be thuggin' behind a project buildin'
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| Smokin' that fire be with the ghetto children
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| Plottin' on a way that we can make a million (million lawd lawd)
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| Until then I’ma be thuggin' behind a project buildin'
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| Smokin' that fire be with the ghetto children
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| Plottin' on a way that we can make a million (million lawd lawd)
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| Now I’m on some shit again
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| Leave a nigga stranded like Gilligan
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| Hundreds I’m considerin'
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| Lex it for a million
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| Catch it nigga I’m killin' 'em
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| They spot but I ain’t feelin' 'em
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| My jacket off appearin' them
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| Some a say it’s numerary
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| Partners in for sipperin'
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| Juvenile is different
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| Look at what I did to them
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| Niggas wearin' Reeboks instead of Nikes and Timbalands
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| Bitch niggas I be tippin' 'em
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| My mac nine it be flippin' 'em
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| Some of these niggas is tryin' ta run G
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| So I be gippin' 'em
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| They would do the same to me
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| Niggas ain’t no family
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| Shit is all a game to me
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| But nobody gone handle me
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| Four hundred degreez
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| Tottin' guns runnin' with me
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| No wonder we need
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| Mo money 1 could receive
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| Nigga wanna deal with this Christ
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| I’ma put it open in his life
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| Never should I fuck with me right
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| Why you keep duckin' me shy
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| I’ma knock ya head off
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| Nigga tryin' ta get to ya fuck tryin' to play it off
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| You made the beef nigga so why is you scared
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| If you mind yo fuckin' business then yo life would be spared
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| I can’t see it
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| Nigga try ta make me out a bitch I can’t be it
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| I had a muthafuckin' problem with niggas like freed me
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| You probably can save yall self but you can’t save yall neighbors
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| Um, and now I got cha spinnin' on round like a baseball playa
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| Put on this potato on the end of my nine
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| Foolishness I entertain to keep these niggas in line
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| Look cause I don’t like to dream about makin' no cheese
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| Wanna see my muthafuckin' bank account OD’ed
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| Until then I’ma be thuggin' behind a project buildin'
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| Smokin' that fire be with the ghetto children
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| Plottin' on a way that we can make a million (million lawd lawd)
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| Until then I’ma be thuggin' behind a project buildin'
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| Smokin' that fire be with the ghetto children
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| Plottin' on a way that we can make a million (million lawd lawd)
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| Ask them niggas bout me
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| Bet them bitches know me
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| Magnolia head buster out that wild T. C
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| I’ma young nigga
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| Look at what ya done nigga
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| You done made me mad
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| Now I’m goin' get my gun nigga
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| Betta watch cha tongue nigga
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| Cause I’m gettin' dumb nigga
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| Killed one nigga
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| Represent where I’m from nigga
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| Three thangs you don’t never do: fuck with a man, his change, or his mama
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| You do that, you want drama
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| Fuck with a big tyma, fo sho you gone see
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| I’m out cha which one of you boys want me
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| I’ma keep it real with ya
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| Ya say you the man, I know I’m the man and I’m ready ta deal with cha
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| I’m prepared for the toe taggin'
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| Keep my Reeboks strapped tight with my Gibauds saggin'
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| Now, I done rocked a couple of ki’s and I done flipped that two times
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| I know I’m in a drought and they gonna pursue mine
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| I got bills to pay I can’t be playin' with you jokers
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| These youngsters somethin' else now, you bout it they’ll provoke ya
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| You can’t understand how a nigga my age
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| Can hit the streets psyched up bustin' with the twelve gauge
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| But I don’t like ta dream about makin' no cheese
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| In the future wanna see my fuckin' pockets OD’d
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| Until then I’ma be thuggin' behind a project buildin'
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| Smokin' that fire be with the ghetto children
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| Plottin' on a way that we can make a million (million lawd lawd)
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| Until then I’ma be thuggin' behind a project buildin'
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| Smokin' that fire be with the ghetto children
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| Plottin' on a way that we can make a million (million lawd lawd) |