| Yeah man, its Nine man
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| Mad from the trenches man. |
| Hollering at my boy Durkio man
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| He is the soul of the streets, I’m the voice of the streets man
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| Got the boys back home goin crazy. |
| Bro was there when ain’t nobody was there
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| man. |
| Paying lawyer fees sending bread whatever. |
| Holdin muthafucka down man.
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| Doing his thing. |
| All these fool ass niggas snaked out on some fake shit.
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| I hope all the real niggas show love man. |
| Stay down man. |
| I’m down for my real
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| nigga man. |
| Ya’ll know I’m on my OTF shit man. |
| On Go
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| They told me don’t die young because I’m talented
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| You really find me, you’ve been around and you ain’t ask for shit
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| Voice out the streets and if I say it firmly stand on it
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| I speak my soul through my music, I’m so passionate
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| And if you thinking bout taking my chain, just know you will die with it
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| When them niggas count your pockets, you gotta watch that shit
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| Ain’t have a pot to piss in, you did
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| You say this brother shit fell off, it did
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| I’m the brains, you the muscle that’s running still
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| And niggas really speak they mind off them Perky pills
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| They left me hanging, left me abandoned
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| That shit hurt me still
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| (We fell off and it was shootout)
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| And I think that murk me still
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| In the studio, smoking exotic
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| Coming up with new bars
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| I try to stop it, I try to stop it
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| But that shit too far
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| Been around my brothers, you give me endurance
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| I rap with two glocks
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| And I’m thinking on getting insurance trying to do me like Tupac
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| Oh, it hurt my soul
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| Who gon' ride with you til the end?
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| Then again, you gotta watch out for your friends
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| They disrespect me on the net, no paying attention
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| They told me don’t die young because I’m talented.
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| You really find me, you’ve been around and you ain’t ask for shit.
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| Voice out the streets and if I say it firmly stand on it
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| I speak my soul through my music, I’m so passionate
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| And if you thinking bout taking my chain, just know you a die with it
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| When them niggas count your pocket, you gotta watch that shit
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| Ain’t have a pot to piss in, you did
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| You say this brother shit fell off, it did.
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| Gotta be a snake to hang around your snakes
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| Boona gon' be straight, you know that’s my lil' ace
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| If you play with my name, those streets gon' give you a taste
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| Just signed my deal with Bel Air fuck around and give you a case
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| Niggas low key Chuckie Cheese, tryna give you a case
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| A lot of pussies in these streets that I’ll never embrace
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| You talking like you an OG and you can’t get replaced
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| They wanna see your face in the casket, I told them leave your face
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| And I’ll be thinking about my dog until them runs gone
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| The tough niggas shoot that dome, it won’t be much longer
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| It’s not a letter to the streets, just a love song
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| Lost Baby D to these streets, can’t believe my cause gone
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| They told me don’t die young because I’m talented.
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| You really find me, you’ve been around and you ain’t ask for shit.
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| Voice out the streets and if I say it firmly stand on it
|
| I speak my soul through my music, I’m so passionate
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| And if you thinking bout taking my chain, just know you a die with it
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| When them niggas count your pocket, you gotta watch that shit
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| Ain’t have a pot to piss in, you did
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| You say this brother shit fell off, it did |