| Who are you to question, how I live
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| When the whole entire world is negative
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| I’m just tryna eat, tryna stay alive
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| Keep my hustle in the street til the day I die
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| From NY, Southside where guns hide
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| Shells fly, eyed red, I’m dumb high
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| Got one eye, you get wet and hung dry
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| Leave you tongue-tied, mothers watch their young die
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| Nig' you wan' die? |
| Fuck a car through run by
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| I’ll be waitin at your crib for my money til the sun die
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| Six niggas eat, divided off one pie
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| A nigga as ill as me is so hard to come by
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| Squeeze this rap shit til the well run dry
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| I never spoke to one time not even one time
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| Look at my brain it’s every rapper combined
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| I’m bout to OD on some shit like Sublime
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| Who are you to question, how I live
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| When the whole entire world is negative
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| I’m just tryna eat, tryna stay alive
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| Keep my hustle in the street til the day I die
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| I’m just another face from a movie screen
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| A tough little nigga from a magazine
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| I said you’re lookin for trouble if you want his cream
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| Remember everything ain’t what it seem
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| Now can you feel me? |
| Can you feel me?
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| Can you feel me? |
| Can you feel me motherfucker?
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| Can you feel me? |
| Can you feel me?
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| Can you feel me? |
| Then get it right motherfucker
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| A’yo pass that, niggas like that get blast at
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| Your life flashback, you was born out the asscrack
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| You mad wack, walk around with that gas pack
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| You get laughed at and asked that where the mask at
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| 15.3 match that, coupe hatchback
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| I’m a class act, got assets, where the ass at?
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| I do you like I did them niggas on the last track
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| We like dice, if you gon' roll don’t ass bet
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| I won’t rest in peace, even in my casket
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| Had the '03 hum' in '02 and I crashed that
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| I rap slash act, seven digits I cash that
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| Niggas wan' dead the beef now but it’s passed that |