| I’m on tha corner were the remy pour
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| Crack flowin in dimes
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| Goons patiently waitin
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| In cuts to crack nines
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| Playin em like curtains when it’s que
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| It’s showtime action takin your shine
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| You shook with a look like
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| Nigga whats on your mind
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| No questions all he knoe now
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| What’s yours is mine
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| That 44 blast could make a victim go blind
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| The next flash you meet the maker of all kind
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| His humble drove him dead he thinks its all fine
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| Show us more choices put your ear to the streets
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| And hear the devilish voices tellin you how to eat
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| Drivin you insane forcin you in the lane
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| When its nothin to lose its all to gain
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| And your family ties got you growin pains
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| Just when its all good its fuck it here we go again
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| Black out in the bucket tuckin on the ratches
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| Goin out like crispus atticus screamin fuck it
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| Ready to make a move cock back and buck it
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| See him slippin know he trippin hear him bitchin
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| And his mind you should see the way that he livin
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| Things he vision crazy on the moves he sought out
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| He told us man you gotta walk my route
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| His man no longer poured jukes on him
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| Cuz hes so shook of him he might go crook on him
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| You should see the ill type of look on him
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| And the type of htings he think god took from him
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| Like his pops and his moms sold the crack
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| Like im hustlin now when I can’t look back
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| You see that lex right there I should jack that
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| Dam that mac id love to pack that
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| In middle school they thought I was a sucker
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| Copped that nine freshman year high school I’m tougher
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| Under the leather ready to move doin whatever
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| Posted on dale with that yay to sale
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| Told my man if I get locked you better get me out on bail
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| Turn me a life a livin hell
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| He looked at me like dam you lost it
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| Yup you got dam right bam I tossed it
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| All the marbles all the techs outa the cars
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| Told my man go soft or go hard
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| Make that move cook that coke hard like lard
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| Move that pork upstate new york
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| Did it and done it locked down blocks demanded to run it
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| I told you dudes my names sun and I’m here to son it
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| Woo I make a man I got soldiers out on douja missions
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| Wake up and smell the folgers niggas
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| With the dro the eggs mixed in with the cheese
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| The grits with the butter understand its word to mother
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| Goddam now I got my hands on a whole nother change
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| Im tryin to focus to some more other things
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| They told me my talent was good that could get me dough
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| I said you crazy you see them fiends right there
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| Yup that partner spent that green right here
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| Hit that glass that pipe and leaned right there
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| The next day they askin could they get it on credit
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| You dead it and not even because big said it
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| I already knew it I already been thru it
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| I told em if the game do me dirty
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| I ain’t gonna sue it I’m gonna pursue it
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| Pocket tryin to put two in em
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| One in the calve one in the ass bout to ruin em
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| Goddam nigga says son you trippin
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| Goddam nigga at home moms is bitchin
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| Tellin me I gotta pay to eat breakfast inside of her kitchin
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| Do you know what thats like at 18 livin
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| Man you crazy my brain is sickened dam near hurled
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| Fuck a girl fuck a bitch fuck a club fuck a dub patrol fuck a bottle of bub
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| Id rather grind in the cut late night with some drugs
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| I had to pass out free bs to coasties
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| Lost on my first pack to get em to trust me
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| Now I gotta spot for days a musty
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| 22 up under the pillow dirty and rusty
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| Waitin for the jakes to kick in the door and cuff me
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| You know what over the fence out on the roof
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| Gone in the wind im back again
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| Got money I can relax again
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| But I blew too much this weekend on south beach
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| Throwin my dick in the mouth of some freaks
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| Trickin my bed back to the brick up under the bread
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| Back to the stress bullshit fillin my head
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| Dam im dam near bout to go all out
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| Told my man pour out the salt dawg
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| See me body beat tonight and body hauled off
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| You had plans for five years now they called off
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| All because my pockets hurtin life get worse
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| God even said its copelesss
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| Heard the bullets comin farther hes bout to murk me
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| Id looked up from my body the lord ain’t help me
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| They say you dont see god until you fall to your knees
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| Your daughters life is hard I seen that park
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| But I got right back on my own two
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| Turn to the same bullshit that I used to |