| Some of y’all boys got expiration dates
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| Starting to smell a little bit
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| G’s like us, we in it for the long run
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| Last forever, watch
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| Now what happens in the hood, stays in the hood
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| Unless a few snitches make they way through the hood
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| It’s G code homie all day in the hood
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| Never ever ever spoken but it’s always understood
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| We like it laid back, old school in the deck
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| Cats ride around still blastin' cassettes
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| Better watch your back partner when you cashing your checks
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| When you see them goons coming boy your ass better check
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| Packing automatic weapons that will make your head spin
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| They got love for me from the North to the dead end
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| All the women be complaining there’s too many scared men
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| My hand itching bad time to put some bread in
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| Better miss me with that game because I ain’t a
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| Hustle through the day just to make it go quicker
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| I’m the solo mic ripper, I ain’t sipping on liquor
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| I’m the one who flows sicker,
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| Cause we in it for the long run, for the long run
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| We chasing after paper 'till we can’t see the sun
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| Keep your eyes open in my neighborhood
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| I’m knocking the game down you can have it when I’m done
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| Cause we in it for the long run, for the long run
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| We chasing after paper 'till we can’t see the sun
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| Keep your eyes open in my neighborhood
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| I’m knocking the game down you can have it when I’m done
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| Worldwide respected for my ghetto work ethic
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| Barely get to sleep because my schedule’s too hectic
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| The laws do us bad when we out in those streets
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| I guess that’s why police rhymes with no peace
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| I move quickly can’t let these get me
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| But I still take my time like I brought my watch with me
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| I spit it for the hood I ain’t like them pop sissies
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| You’s a damn liar if you say I ain’t in the top fifty
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| People still talking and denouncing where I’m from
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| Tell me why my name keep bouncing off your tongue
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| Cause you know that you ain’t ever brought an ounce of what I’ve brung
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| Just three or four more months of counseling and I’m done
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| I know the game good, I don’t need to try to coach me
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| As long as you showing love it’s cool to approach me
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| Make your money work for you, study game closely
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| Seventy-five will get you one fifty worth of groceries
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| Cause we in it for the long run, for the long run
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| We chasing after paper 'till we can’t see the sun
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| Keep your eyes open in my neighborhood
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| I’m knocking the game down you can have it when I’m done
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| Cause we in it for the long run, for the long run
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| We chasing after paper 'till we can’t see the sun
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| Keep your eyes open in my neighborhood
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| I’m knocking the game down you can have it when I’m done
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| I’m tired of being broke, I need green like that gecko
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| Pockets so empty, if I scream it’ll echo
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| Talking about swag but you living with your mama
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| We don’t tolerate dudes walking around in pajamas
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| Gs bar none, I’m delivering your issue
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| I came by myself, you had your whole clique with you
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| Ran through them boys like some wet toilet tissue
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| Then ran them off the corner like a one man militia
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| We building up stacks and them cats can’t match it
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| We picking up speed and them rats can’t catch it
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| Babies in the store all dirty in the basket
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| It ought to be against the law to be so damn ratchet
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| Huh, and I ain’t tripping on swangers
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| I’m tripping on the judge downtown trying to hang us
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| I meant it when I first said, I ain’t ever stranded
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| Got a place to lay my head in every city on the planet
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| Cause we in it for the long run, for the long run
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| We chasing after paper 'till we can’t see the sun
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| Keep your eyes open in my neighborhood
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| I’m knocking the game down you can have it when I’m done
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| Cause we in it for the long run, for the long run
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| We chasing after paper 'till we can’t see the sun
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| Keep your eyes open in my neighborhood
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| I’m knocking the game down you can have it when I’m done |