| Another nigga sings the blues
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| Bailin' up outta the fo' with the black on the black
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| And the niggas be creepin', we rollin' with the Mack 10
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| The rats in, much lands for the dopefiends on my block
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| I’m dodgin' cops, never stayed along, I’m quick to move
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| Gotta slang the rocks, never like the shit I hate to do
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| Livin' in the city, where the G’s die young
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| And the niggas be heartless so I’m that trigger black
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| Peel a cap, make a slug come at your rack
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| Young niggas, American dream, is slangin' the D to fiends
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| By any means I gotta gets mine, don’t fuck with me
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| I’m comin' from a land where niggas don’t play that funny shit
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| Bugs Bunny shit, cause all about makin' that money grip
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| It’s the life I choose, see I ain’t got shit to lose
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| I paid my dues, a nigga still singin' the blues
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| (Levander)
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| When I try to be afraid to peel your cap back
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| Nigga sing the blues, but I refuse to go out like that
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| (Spice 1)
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| Po-po be quick to get the smobbin' up on your niggas after midnight
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| To see some young hustler up in my hood that got them three strikes — you out!
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| Tryin' to get the fuck away from their ghetto bird, sirens heard
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| I ditch my Mack, throw away my crack, I’m losin' stacks of mail
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| I’m feel to lose my Beenie hat, what is that?
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| I hear a cop and he reachin' for my back
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| Wish it was a bad dream, I hear my homie scream
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| They beat his ass, cops and rags bloody up the grass
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| What the fuck can a hater do? |
| Gotta make my get away I got away
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| But I’ma come back slangin' the shit another day
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| See the case of cash flow, from a real young nigga though
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| Shit it ain’t to smooth, a nigga still singin' the blues
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| (Levander)
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| Gotta make my money, shit ain’t even funny
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| Cause I’m strugglin', tryin' to make up real pain I shit, so I’m thuggin'
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| (Spice 1)
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| Runnin' up the block it’s me, with a Chevey 350
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| Comin' to see ya, wouldn’t wanna be ya
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| Cause you’re catchin' slugs player
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| What a way to end your life, cause dyin' ain’t much of a livin'
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| Gotta get chopped with nigga, put yourself and I’ll spit this hollow tip
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| Cause livin' in the Bay is real, better know how to shoot your steel
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| Niggas wanna gat ya, hummer comin' at ya, homies' gonna pack your shit for real
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| This life is a murder show, so hit the fuckin' flo'
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| I blow, niggas up out their boots with up heavy bailin' through
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| Peel a cap in the day and the nighttime, anytime is a cop is a right time
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| Never in my right mind, cause niggas on the block fail to see
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| That I’m out to crush, choppin' up dope, runnin' out the crackhouse
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| Through the back house, see niggas we ain’t that dumb, we hit that back route
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| Still free to tell the news, don’t wear-wear that’s niggas shoes
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| Can’t never snooze, cause I’m a nigga that’s still singin' the blues
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| (Levander)
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| When I try I’m ready to peel your cap back
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| Nigga sing the blues, but I refuse to go out like that
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| When I try I’m ready to peel your cap back
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| Nigga sing the blues, but I refuse to go out like that |