| What, what
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| You over there Styles?
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| Yeah dog
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| Second album nigga, real L.O.X.
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| Blaze
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| We run the streets, yall know who to bet (C'mon)
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| Fuck yall niggas (Let's go)
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| Verse One:
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| Couldn’t live the life I live
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| Why’s that
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| I could die any minute, I get high every minute
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| Fuckin’with snake niggas, and sleepin’with foul bitches
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| Came thru on the lightest whip with two pounds in it Pull over where the hustlers be Why’s that
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| Cause I get chills when you talk of hustlin’Gs
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| So I’m always where the powder be at What it mean
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| I can blow five bricks to ten in an hour if that
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| Stay away from where the cowards be at Why’s that
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| Time is money god, and you can’t get an hour back
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| Or I would do it again to get the power back
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| Have godfather status, make niggas bow to that
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| You can all shine and glitter and keep the ones
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| Fives and tens, for twenties and up, we dummy it up Make a lot of money, and look bummy and what
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| Cause money aint shit, respect is everything
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| So if I kill niggas dead, don’t ask me shit
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| I take blunts to the head, so don’t pass me shit
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| I’d rather die from a bullet, than a nasty bitch
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| If the good die young, all that mean to me is that the hood die young/ We call it the last days
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| What you know about coppin a house to fight pits in Or blowin’weed smoke on the cops that write tickets
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| Henny and what, shit we can semi it up With your picture on the wall, in memory of Stay in sync with the hood, gray minks with the hood
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| We tryin’to get money like chinks in the hood
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| They ask me how I’m doing now
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| I tell Ђ?em better than them
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| And if your man front
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| He can get eleven in him
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| And if you told them once
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| Then you better tell him again
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| Ay yo, now let’s see
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| Who you know fuckin with Sheek Luc, Jadakiss,
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| And S’paper
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| From dope money to rap money, and back to dope money (C'mon)
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| Loaded guns, the empty ones, over do |