| Another day, another dollar
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| Every 24, I’m thinking money and the power
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| Bills due, money running low
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| Plus my cousin lost her mind and had an overdose
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| Way too many problems, got me stressed out
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| What you doing? |
| You got 7 days to move out
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| Go on! |
| Get it!
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| I’m out here chasing cream
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| Go on! |
| Get it!
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| Need it, by any means…
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| Mama went and got it, daddy never home
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| Started learning from the streets, but I know my heat a
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| Chrome
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| Never sold no kind of dope, just a real nigga
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| Take the canned foods, I’m tryna get a real dinner
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| Get your money stacked, your paper keep away the feds
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| Keep it real and fuck a hater
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| What my brother said
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| Keep my head high, nevermind them local jokers
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| Every day that I wake, I grind
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| Gotta make that monthly quota
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| Way too legit to quit though
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| Can’t stop, no way, no slow-mo
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| Gotta feed the team and my kin folk
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| Think of all the stress that I’ve been through
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| Way too much fuckin problems
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| Way too much fuckin bills
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| By any means necessary, gotta see my momma in…
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| Another day, another dollar
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| Every 24, I’m thinking money and the power
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| Go on! |
| Get it!
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| Go on! |
| Get it!
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| Go on! |
| Get it!
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| I’m out here chasing cream
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| Go on! |
| Get it!
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| Go on! |
| Get it!
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| Go on! |
| Get it!
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| Need it by any means
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| Black incorporated, Bo bangs mind frame
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| You for self nigga, organized crime wave
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| I pricked my finger, took my oath and wrote my name in blood
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| Kill everything, got baby bodies floating in the tub
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| Natural Born Killa nigga, nothing I’ll as this
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| These knuckle-breathers stick the toothpick through the
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| Goldfish
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| You’s a sucka nigga, greener than a blade of grass
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| I take the half a phone book blew him for 30 bangs
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| Gotta get it, while the getting’s good
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| That Desert Eagle stainless steel, the handle cherry wood
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| I got that G-lock, 33 ladder works
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| I bag a bullet to your belly, make your bladder burst
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| Now you piss some blood, I’m fishing for grub
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| I’m in the water with the Great White, I’m whippin up
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| Don’t make me hop out with that thing and start spraying
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| Shit
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| Chopper bullets longer than the Section 8 waiting list
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| Shine up all of the gun dere, keep dem shine and crisp
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| Cause if a nigga try to come in and try to get in the way
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| Of how I feed my family and
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| Try to dig up in my pockets it’ll be a catastrophic little
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| Situation
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| And I’ll be leaving him laying dead and gone all in his own
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| Piss
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| Father bless me: Jesus Christ
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| Cause I’m about to go and commit my worst sin
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| Just know that whenever we gonna defend it and survival
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| Of the people that I love and all the people that I feed
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| And I’m ready to kill and massacre anything
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| Moving past me the rachett, I’m shootin' muthafucka
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| Best believe I’m going in
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| See I go and I get it and then I STOP
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| Don’t speed rap this, let me walk it to em
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| This topic we addressing so serious: let me talk to em
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| Look at my baby die, while they smile at me playful
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| Fuck you think I’m gonna do when the hunger gets painful?
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| Every day I hit the street and I taste it like grapefruit
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| I ain’t eat your food yet — you better be grateful!
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| Be grateful that you had time to think that I overlooked it
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| And you had an extra day with it before I came and took it
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| Gotta get mine by any means
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| Malcolm X versus any king
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| Marched in this bitch for kilo green
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| Tony locked up, let freedom ring
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| Free the mind, it’s beautiful
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| Ain’t freeze the watches, it’s 2 below
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| Ears are different, 2 below?
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| Got the rock on, super ho
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| Super fly, super paid
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| Niggas stunt hard as Super Dave
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| Yeah, where’s my cape? |
| You ain’t gotta ask me where’s the
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| Flake
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| In the pot, cooking base
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| MIAyo 808s: niggas wanna know why I link with Ace?
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| Black muthafucka with expensive taste
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| Hustle hard, just like me
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| Ice cream man, nigga, just like P
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| Murder you muthafuckas, they like see
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| Move that just like D
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| Certified, walk the streets
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| Consequence, nigga, talk is cheap
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| You don’t want a problem? |
| Off the beef
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| Before I off his ass with his awful teeth
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| Robbery turns into Murder 1
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| Murder 1: made it look like it’s robbery
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| .44 show you boys vagina like pornography
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| Put your friends, get a Benz, inside’s mahogany
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| Pretty bitch, let her stunt, classy suit
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| Nice shoes, smoke blowing, guns all around
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| Yeah the mob will meet. |
| Now let’s keep it G
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| On some ref shit
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| We don’t trust each other, we don’t know each other’s
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| Address
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| I fuck your girl, crack your safe, slash the mattress
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| Nigga, you a actor, you a bitch, you’s an actress
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| I go and get it, yeah G and G
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| I don’t give a fuck, I hit your crib up with TNT |