| Only thing I know is get them packs in
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| Don’t ever let them nigga think you need him
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| Fuck a friend, be about your business
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| Stay ten toe down and get it
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| And work
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| When you call a nigga phone and never answer for you
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| That mean that nigga never gave a fuck about you
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| You in the streets, don’t keep your Id in your wallet
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| I got like six names, I can be anybody
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| Early in the morning got the store rock
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| Everything I do I see somebody watching
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| Lost everything I had
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| The Future said he got me
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| I turn them free bags into millions of dollars
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| Make some jewelry up, now I’m gooder than you
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| Feel like my slick partner blow them cash pot
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| Hit up Doffe on working in the dump
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| So anything you want I got it in the trunk
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| They say crime don’t pay
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| Well the grind don’t pay
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| Get the line
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| Don’t flying, and the sun don’t shining
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| Still I take time, in the coming due time
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| I ain’t got no time
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| I’m raw for mine
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| Don’t ask how, all my cash come
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| Can’t wait then cause I need it now
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| Tell them say
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| My pistol hanging
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| I make the shoe rain like I’m Jessy Jones
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| I got great hang
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| Ye I’m packing rich
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| I’m a pimp nigga I can make a bitch
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| And I can’t turn one a them wild bitch
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| But u can turn her from being to a whole brick
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| Man 2Pack, that old shit
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| Fill a nigga ass with holes quick
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| Loose a nigga head for a trophy
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| Then dump a nigga body in the ocean
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| Frig up bitch with my trigger finger
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| Same finger that I want to blank with
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| How the fuck you a hit man
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| And I payed you and you ain’t hit a shit
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| Not bird game but it’s rich squad
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| But I’ll make a nigga hoe say dip quick
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| Got a new map with a cooler on it
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| Hold your force gotta show em something
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| You in the streets and you ain’t got it nigga you better take it
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| Every nigga round me is impatient
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| Down in Miami I know a couple a Haitians
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| Man, GOD and projects, the brick stupid, crazy
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| Before the day over, twenty to a head
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| Remix like I cater
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| I serve you like a waiter
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| You on the block with no pack, nigga I see you later
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| Got dope all flavours
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| Catch me working daily
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| All I want is paper
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| Damn G we made it
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| We gotta go to work
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| You can’t be looking crazy
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| You go trap a goal
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| If you know how to play it
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| I had to switch
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| My whole three niggas snitching crazy |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Lifes Hard , by - Mac. Song from the album Wrongfully Convicted, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп