| Yeah Mr. Cheeks, M.O.P, Big Fame and Billy mother fucking Danze
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| Let’s give these bitch niggas one more chance
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| Throw them shits up (Throw'em up)
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| Regulate the real (Regulate)
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| Ayo we basically know how us fuckers feel (Feel that)
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| How we running niggas
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| Ayo they gave me mad problems you won’t amount to nothing
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| Well look at me now I did amount to something
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| The rap name in vain just like a four four
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| No matter were us niggas rock we watch out for popo
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| Still up in the struggle I see nothing changes
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| These niggas peep the way we roll so we holding bangers
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| Sport the jewelry cars and the shelto
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| Gamble for car money drink let the L blows
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| High school drop out got my G.E.D. |
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| Don’t speak about what I got the d-low
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| Yo I know nothing but the hot shit creating
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| Up on the road trips and hot shit we scatting
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| From the slums stepping representing the jump off (jump off)
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| What we bump hard what you niggas bump soft
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| Lived in Red Hook my pops name is Rudy Chattman
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| My good times always started with whats happening
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| Just call me a hustle
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| Grinding pies writing rhyme 9 to 5
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| Pimping chicks doing sticks just getting rich takes muscle
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| Saga of a every day struggle
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| Bottom line dolla signs we ain’t got a dime we gotta hustle
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| Clip feeling strip stealing sick villain
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| Let of a lot of wip pealing gangsta type scuffle
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| Payback could mean is time to layback and bubble
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| But other times payback is trouble
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| Just call me a hustle
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| Lets give it up for the rusty 32's
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| And the day before Lymer
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| For the cold old gold and the loks marijuana
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| When the G’s stood firm
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| Perfecting their concerns
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| And a nickel spot with a single shot ready to burn
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| Now shame on me it was cloudy I was blind
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| I was thinking that this young coward nigga had a slime
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| Your not LB your not M.O.P
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| I brought tripping from my whole different angle to spot me
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| I was blessed with a cursed
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| (Curse a blessing within this curse)
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| When curse became innershment encouragement
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| I’m immune to the pain now I’m loving it
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| I’m encourage to fakes the pain and
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| Everything else I consider is punishment
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| (Take it one day at a crime)
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| Sometimes I stare into the mirror
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| Asking my self we it all went wrong
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| Back on the grind bomb stash heat in my palm
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| Is a cold world my nigga so bundle and warm
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| Ayo listen my daughter is getting older
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| I love to kiss’em hold’em
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| Daddys always gonna be there for you I told’em
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| The world is getting colder
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| But imma keep’em warm
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| Yall niggas wanna get it on I bring a deeper storm
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| Watch you niggas like a job if I got to
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| Fuck scrapping you gonna feel when I spot you
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| I grew up in this raised around the hard times
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| Did the thing hustle in boulevard dimes
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| The red tops yellow tops and the blue ones
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| Powerful always came through with some new one
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| I peep them niggas that was down but turn fuckiness
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| Ever since Tah pass
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| Yeah imma represent LB to the death of it
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| Even though you left kid I’m still gonna rep this shit
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| Track attacking bitch nigga smacking
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| Every time I think I’m out these niggas pull me back in
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| (Chorus) 2x's |