| I flip a crumb 2 a brick
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| A brick 2 some rocks
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| Some rocks 2 a juice
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| (Now we chopping up them for food)
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| A chevy 2 a lac
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| A lac 2 a vet
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| A vet 2 a benz
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| (With this dough we makin' ends nigga)
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| I flip a crumb 2 a brick
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| A brick 2 some rocks
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| Some rocks 2 a juice
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| (Now we chopping up them for food)
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| A chevy 2 a lac
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| A lac 2 a vet
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| A vet 2 a benz
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| (With this dough we makin' ends nigga)
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| You can call Mrs. Serv On, cause I get my hustle on
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| Looking for some donkey kong, got me blowing up my phone
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| So you wanna get along, got no money but you (?)
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| I’mma break you off a crumb, leave me in the early morn'
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| Always trapped up with a tone, Always shoot you when you gone
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| All you robbers got me wrong, I will show up at yo' home
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| Gotta make my money job, Fuck wit me and you’ll be gone
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| Always striking for they call, La' Chat gotta make it known
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| I be bout' that money mayn, For the top is where I am
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| I don’t play no looser games, Niggas always say my name
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| Shit I be the one to blame, When they ain’t to booming thangs
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| In these streets they got to fight, Mayn you know I can’t be lien'
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| Always strugglin' for they chains, Try my best to maintain
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| Watch them shoot it in they thang, It be throbbin' in the brain
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| I be causing plenty pain, (?)
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| Servin to much cocaine, Theya’ll gone love me when I’m game
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| I be posted on the tracks, Slanging rocks back-to-back
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| Shit I even fuck with packs, Everybody know La' Chat
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| Mayn I’m gone make a kill, Flip from rocks to servin' deals
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| Catch me on the corner still, Cause I’m out to make a mill'
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| Niggas thinkin' that I’m heavy, Cause I’m ridin in there chevy
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| (?) cause I’m sweaty, Got that ho bumped down and ready
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| I’m a bitch about that skrilla, Got more work than half you niggas
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| Just to keep it on the realla, I’m a buy a drug dealer
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| Thuggin' on yo' fuckin block, Keep my eye up on the narks
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| I ain’t tryin to make it hot, So I get from spot to spot
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| Got to keep my 9 on me, Always ready fo' some heat
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| I don’t know if you got beef, It’s so hot out in the streets
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| But this how I choose to live, Thanks the lord to be forgived
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| This is how I pay my bills, This is how I eat a meal
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| I would give it up one day, When that day I can not say
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| Cause I feel I’m livin' straight, Slangin' dope what keep me paid
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| I flip a crumb 2 a brick
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| A brick 2 some rocks
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| Some rocks 2 a juice
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| (Now we chopping up them for food)
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| A chevy 2 a lac
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| A lac 2 a vet
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| A vet 2 a benz
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| (With this dough we makin' ends nigga… ends nigga… ends nigga… ends nigga) |