| Sicc Dogg
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| Street Life
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| This is for all my motherfucking ballers
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| Money clockers and them
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| Got my khakis all creased up
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| Me and my homies all sleeped up
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| Keep my pockets all greased up
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| Chips and the money clip all day
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| Hood banging through this rap shit to get paid
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| I’m all about money, rapping, and smoking weed up
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| And this family, believe we all sleaved up
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| Creep up like an army ready for war
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| We can smoke a whole crowd like crime, searching for more
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| Never enough, life is tough in the ghetto
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| Either you’re balling or you’re trying to get your case settled
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| Nothing petty, getting feri on the daily
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| Can’t risk it for bullshit, I gotta feed my baby
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| Shady motherfuckers, I keep them at a distance
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| I got your heart pumping like a piston, listen
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| You got it twisted thinking I’m a broke man
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| A young stupid motherfucker with no plans
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| No brands, no loaded weapon in my hand
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| Taking shit from me? |
| No chance
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| You slow dance with the devil
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| Cuz I’ve worked too damn hard to get to this level
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| If you don’t have dough for Mr. Shadow
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| Then what you here for, there’s the door, you gotta go
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| Responsible for every move like a chess game
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| Your next step gives or takes away your next aim
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| Fast pay is the way I live
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| Never had to clock in 219 to 56
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| When shit gets harder you gotta get stronger
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| They say we got a long life, homey make it longer
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| Watch who you talk to, money talks when it wants to
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| Makes the world spin like it has to
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| Don’t let me catch you dipping in my cookie jar
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| I can tell who the G’s and the rookies are
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| The way we ball is paranormal
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| Jotos envy us, they want photos
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| Can’t see gangsters doing a ride
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| Want us working like a slave or doing some time
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| Fuck them all
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| Pit bossing, Sicc Dogging, clocking, stacking dollars
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| Back handing, smacking all you wanna be shot callers
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| You ain’t ballers you’re stallers
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| But when you’re ready to do big things go ahead and call us
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| Better involve us or else you’re gonna face problems
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| Two feet away from you the shape of revolvers
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| And if you try to make moves I’ma hear of it
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| Too damn good at bossing, made a career of it
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| So stand clear of it, or get rushed with it
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| You talk about it motherfucker, I live it |