| Ohio, I’ve been scraped the pavement throughout natural sevens
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| Picking 50's of the floor, trying to collect the sevens
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| Cause it’s the streets that I eat from
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| Doc and Donny and them is who I learn from
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| So each one teach one that’s the cigarillos burn from
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| The seats of my 68 camaro with the skiny front
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| Ride with me through my city once
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| And be inspired how we give it up
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| Fast talkin' pimp walkin' how we live it up
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| Hustler spirit sound anything you give to us, trust
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| We ain’t come from much, so it’s in us to double up
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| 2 pairs and new heads when we rush
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| For the love of mink coats and rings with the sharpest cuts
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| Militant minds all the time though
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| Trying to balance that thin line of freedom and dough
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| Keep a clean song let the dice roll with the good times
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| Cause if you gonna gamble might as well on this life
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| So shake 'em up, shake 'em up with me
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| Grab your red cups fill 'em up with me
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| And come through this south east side and get this milk money
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| See I make my money with the dice, shake 'em up, double up, triple up, twice
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| I made enough
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| Round here, that’s what we call life
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| Live it up, drink sip it up, get a cup, fill it up
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| Move my way down the block, so player make a hater want job
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| See rhyme saves get the paper you can shop
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| Bags fill 'em up, credit card bill 'em up
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| A roll of weed loose communicate with every few
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| After what’s the use overlooking the project view
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| Penthouse dreams, large tips for my bellman
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| Reality is fiends drops in my shelter
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| You decide what stay alive that be crucified
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| 40 dollar for my crucifix jeweler do or die
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| Real niggers wanna shout, live it up
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| Dice game here, crack a six, triple up
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| Any question and I’m with it, time to go and get it
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| Looking at the Rolle, mother proud made a visit
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| It’s a cold world, mama made me frigid
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| Niggers getting' money, I’m living interest
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| My team running screen, Derek Rose at the point
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| blow never know, time to blow the joint
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| See I make my money with the dice, shake 'em up, double up, triple up, twice
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| I made enough
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| Round here, that’s what we call life
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| Live it up, drink sip it up, get a cup, fill it up
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| Move my way down the block, so player make a hater want job
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| See rhyme saves get the paper you can shop
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| Bags fill 'em up, credit card bill it up
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| I perfected the come up, hustle harder than most
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| Stack papers til it wrinkled and mold
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| They said you ain’t getting it until them dollars don’t fall
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| So I ain’t ever relax, head crack after head crack
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| My approach is leave with it all, go spend that and bend back and do it again
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| Such a rush when it’s all or nothing, dice flicking in your hand
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| Everything is hittin' got you feeling you the man
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| Such an awesome zone to be in
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| I recline when the pressure’s on the more for the starters, I took the first
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| stone
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| My cost home had me nurturing my first poem, then I decided throwing everything
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| I worked for
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| Cause I was racing but it all felt dirt slow
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| Miles away from millionaires felt closer with each throw
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| If you’re not willing to put it all in, then what you came fo'
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| Scared money don’t make money, a broke mouth can’t speak for me
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| Talk is cheap, I’ve been all in, let’s get money
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| Talk is cheap, I’ve been all in, let’s get money
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| A broke mouth can’t speak for me
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| See I make my money with the dice, shake 'em up, double up, triple up, twice
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| I made enough
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| Round here, that’s what we call life
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| Live it up, drink sip it up, get a cup, fill it up
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| Move my way down the block, so player make a hater want job
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| See rhyme saves get the paper you can shop
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| Bags fill 'em up, Credit card bill it up |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Lincoln Way Nights (Shop) , by - Stalley. Song from the album Lincoln Way Nights, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп