| I represent the struggle in the worst way
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| I’m shakin niggaz for they cream 'n bangin bitches on the first date
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| I got a prize in my stash
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| This nigga hit me with some work so now I gots to get the cash
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| But some niggaz wanna fade me out, play me out
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| Hit me with a toast and lay me out
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| They wanna see the old shiver
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| Fill a nigga with black Rhinos, body in a river
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| And all I had to do was hustle right
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| But I ain’t payin them niggaz no mind, cos yo my shit’s tight
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| And now it’s time to make that one stop
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| Hit them niggaz with the crop then I bounce from the block
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| I’m dreamin of a big body styled with black leather
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| I stacked enough cream to flip a scheme and get my head together
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| But some niggaz wanna seize my plans
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| They bust a cap in my man and put my ass in a van
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| They got a nigga handcuffed, no question it’s mad rough
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| They doin that mafioso stuff
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| Why am I visualizin faces of death
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| They hit me with a bang I’m leakin, I’m runnin out of breath
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| I had to go and play slick
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| I be the crack four ki’s and now they on my dick |
| I wanted cold cash, hoes, all that good shit, you know how it goes
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| I used to live beneath the surface, underworld on purpose
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| Have a nigga shakin, lookin nervous
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| Now I’m dreamin, drippin, thinkin
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| Right before my eyes I saw my life blinkin
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| Now that’s serious, son, it’s Code Red, I’m cold dead
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| With 3 bullets in my head
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| Now they thinkin of a place to drop me
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| I’m cold fucked up, y’all niggaz got me |